The second world war is a subject that fascinates me always. Of leave my story, the story of my grandparents, but also of pars the monstrous impact that this period could leave to individuals, to civilians, to the soldiers. On the roles have not been the same, the responsibilities, but it is certain that all of the people who survived this tragedy had to live incomparable trauma, of youth, of generations lost at this time. So morbid scenes, so many heinous acts were held on behalf of different ideologies.
I want to share with you my analysis, my feelings of this crisis from another time. I would like to reassure you, there's no revisionist statements, and I'm not a historian, some analyses will be probably somewhat imprecise, but history is one of my passions, and I want this to become one for you also.