The memory of World War II is the only thing that makes a small Russian town alive. Like a great treasure this memory is preserved here in every home and is passed on from generation to generation. Yet exactly this memory prevents people from understanding that despite their own will they are getting involved in a new war.
Can people worship the one who destroyed them? Imagine, for example, a thousand Jews praying at Hitler’s grave. Impossible? In modern Russia, nothing is impossible and we continue to pray to those who have destroyed us in the millions.
