When light decided to silence, the nightmare awakened. Hope, merci and forgiveness perished in the emerged darkness. Everything that was and would have been was taken away from us, everything was made to nothing.

Two weeks ago, in the evening of Wednesday, at twenty seven minutes to eight, we were overwhelmed by the events. It turned out to be only the beginning, the beginning of the end.

Fluisteringen van de donkerste schaduwen, sprekend met verheven stem, ontbrand tot in ontvouwing, puur en ongeremd.