I grew up in a multi-culture family, that urged me to pay close attention to the culture and colonialism. With the continuously changing intentions of the world, human life circumstances are hard to define and understand. As participants and observers, we are the living traces of what's left. We lie to ourselves like a huge net that is always attempting to catch fleeting shadows and desires. What we want to believe is that we live a “wonderful” world. But if this world is the reality, then I think that we are living in a crater, a huge hole left by an unexpected impact. Beneath the peaceful appearance is complete chaos. People stand in the middle of the history and finding answers; but are still bound by our own culture, politic, time and illusions.
