‘I’m gathering things for my friends who’ve been imprisoned for protesting against the war: books, soft toys, food. I did it once, then twice… I’ve lost count. And now, it’s my own things that I’m packing.’
Synopsis
‘I’m gathering things for my friends who’ve been imprisoned for protesting against the war: books, soft toys, food. I did it once, then twice… I’ve lost count. And now, it’s my own things that I’m packing.’