There was a time when the world had only two “countries.”
There was a time when the world had only two kinds of people, constantly changing sides...
In the years when the Iron Curtain of the Cold War hung low, the blade of ideology split the world apart.
It was an age when giants wrestled in the shadows, while ordinary people's fates were no more than hairs on their bodies.
A lament for all the little people swept along by the tides of history, struggling to survive.
It portrays how each lonely soul searches for a glimmer of light amid the ruins of despair, guarding the last warmth of their humanity before they are reduced entirely to a cog in the war machine.
Life is tragic and heroic, like a shooting star flashing briefly across the night sky. For a moment, it illuminates the cruelty and desolation of that era, then vanishes into the dust of history.
