A nation with walls of silence. As if the ice was as same as a nothing land, a white land like a blank page for everyone else. A land with silent relationships with the rest, as if the land was without any voice, or as if the other grounds were pleased in beliefs of a fictional existence, in which reality is silenced by fiction.
 

A collection of white pictures, almost mute, mapping a city’s portrait, in which is living people in the in-between, not totally independant, not totally owning their grounds and