The Violent Century


Where does it begin? A gunshot in the fog. A body, cold and white, in the water of the Havel River. A plane crashing into a skyscraper. Red poppies in a field as far as the eye can see. We sift through recollections, old footage, dusty manuscripts. Shadows gather. Probabilities collapse. The violent century. Where does it end? Perhaps where it begins. On a perfect summer's ...more