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War creeps like men in the snow, expands into the souls of soldiers, rains from the sky like the ghostly flakes of a storm, and bursts into a deadly fire only to fall silent again. These are the days of our deaths. If you can, remember them.
War creeps like men in the snow, expands into the souls of soldiers, rains from the sky like the ghostly flakes of a storm, and bursts into a deadly fire only to fall silent again.
These are the days of our deaths. If you can, remember them.
Discover the silent depths of WWI through Olmi’s haunting film—watch 'Torneranno i prati' and reflect on the human cost of war.
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