Ricardo says that the keys are in everyone’s hands. Some use it to close doors, others open doors towards knowledge, light and hope, and there are those who do not use it because they prefer to live between…
Here some keys of Ricardo on the 4th of August…
… went out to the balcony of his house to photograph with his lens what he saw with full eyes, without knowing that these pictures would bear the signature of the end.
… was on her way home after a day at the sea she spent with her two sons (11 and 7) on August 4 at 6 and 6. Diane was killed in her car in front of her two sons and her son had to call his father to tell him, “My mother is dead…”.
… He told us how his daughter used to visit him at his work station under the house, with a nescafe in her hand, to say to him: “I love you, Daddy.” A year ago, I listened to many testimonies that accompany my diary, and Samer’s story came to add pain and deepen our wounds even more.
