There is no time to grow flowers during war. War is the time when everyone is doing not their buisness. Veterinarian binds up soldier’s wounds, a gardener grind the soil in search of land mines. To bloom in this period is to overcome the surroundings, to be by your own. Syringa is growing wild, announcing the comming spring. It’s flowers remind us of grief and sorrow with it’s triumphant corpselike crimson-purple color.