“The Flour in Our Veins” scatered throughout the world because of the war, and who meet again, after 20 years, in a city, an apartment, at night. Everything has changed: the city, the country, the population, ethnic composition, streets, faces, but the trauma remains that cannot be deleted neither by the passage of time or changes in geographic location. It has become an outlook, a way of thinking, a pattern of behavior. Over time, the trauma becomes familiar and pleasant, and getting over the trauma becomes painful and full of uncertainty. The individual remains trapped in the trauma.
