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Monochrome winter landscapes, endless fields disappearing in fog and dullness. The line between ground and sky is blurred, eyes gazing into the void without hold, lost in a free-flowing train of thoughts.

You might allow yourself to be seduced by sheer aesthetic pleasure, peering out of a warm cocoon without getting involved in this cold and misty world.

Yet the title alludes to something else. When these photographs were taken, the war in Iraq was expected to break out any day. A new era of global problems was about to start somewhere. In our little corner of the world, we were lost in pure contemplation, lost upon trying to imagine something very abstract so far away.