shots of atrocities are shots of apple blossom. It was April. The apple blossom gently blows in a breeze. Then the cameraman turns back to the inhuman business in hand. I use a few frames of the archive footage in the black spaces to suggest memories that are not quite there.
I like a quote from Primo Levi:

"Crammed with memories and at once filled with forgetting: his memories, even the recent ones, were faded, they had hazy outlines, they overlapped in this effort of his, as if someone were making drawings on the blackboard, then only half erasing them, before making new ones on top of the old.

                

Perhaps this is how a man remembers his life when he is a hundred, or how the patriarchs remembered, who were nine hundred. Perhaps the memory is like a bucket: if you want to cram into it more fruit than it will hold, the fruit is crushed'


              


I want people to be uncertain what they see.

The end is a kind of victory but in reality the memories and damage can never be erased.