When a space is left behind, its memory can become a treasure. The idea of that lived environment dwells in our memory as a place that we can visit, but also as a ghost that haunts us. This is even stronger if the place was left behind due to an act of violence, the consequence of a war.
Weapons like rockets, mortars, mines, shells and guns, are objects of warfare. Their use entails a purpose, nonetheless, their action detonates collateral damages, as they force the move of civil communities.
This tale is a reconstruction of some memories of displacement.