Quiet, synthesized atmosphere β rain, distant sirens, a clock. Headphones, low volume.
History is not only the maps and the dates. It is a kettle left on the stove, a name folded into a letter, a chair that stays empty. Here are ordinary lives, caught in the largest war the world has known.
Each door opens onto one person's war. Enter them in any order. They are meant to be sat with, not rushed.
in remembrance