Corniche, where life is smooth. No hurry, no stress, and a few moments to forget the inherent tensions of the city. Strollers, mothers, children play, as if peace could be eternal. A lazy afternoon, like somewhere on the French Riviera.
The boy on his bike is looking in his mirror ... at me? The bullet holes in the walls remind us of the endless conflicts the city has had to endure. Reconstruction and growth fill the horizon, a ticket to a blossoming tomorrow?