Nothing's left after the war: no houses, no road, no shops, no laughs, no cafes, no pidgeons, no houswives at shopping, no roadworkers, no unemployed on the bench, no bikes, no cars -
- and yet. Here, in the middle of nowhere, is a boy, transparent, sitting with a red ball. Will he give up, go home - if he has a home? Or will he try to play with his ball? As long as the children play, there is hope for a future.
(The ruins are from Berlin 1945 after WW2, I've drawed the boy.)
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very much so ! if only children would learn to play friendly as they become adults. great illustration here.
Hello!
Awesome illustration.
Congrats
M.
Where is the photo from?..9/11 New York?..
it looks like to be from the Second World War
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Selv om der er en barn, en er håb
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To ergo te lina: yes, it's from Berlin 1945, just after WW2
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