Hands of the Puppeteer
«…а куклы так ему послушны, что мы верим простодушно, в то….» by Tina Modotti Hands of the Puppeteer, Mexico, 1929.
War. War never changes. Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage. But the tale of humanity will never come to a close, for the struggle of survival is a war without end, and war – war never changes.
«…а куклы так ему послушны, что мы верим простодушно, в то….» by Tina Modotti Hands of the Puppeteer, Mexico, 1929.
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