Alive

On that day, as never before, a small park near the large Minsk factory is getting filled with people of all ages. It is raining. We see only their faces, in anticipation for the events to start. Someone is laughing and holding carnations; someone is not able to hide his annoyance with the unforeseen chilly humidity. What is it all for? The crowd is not thinking. It is obeying the flow of time and talking quietly about daily matters. The endless conversations only stop with the expected and relentless appearance of the ghost of the October Revolution, rising over the crowd, to show Belarus and the world, where we are going 100 years after.