This is as well an expression of the survival of empathy, of humane parts within the entirety of human existence – the words with which Peter sent a link to a piece of music: the survivor of Warsaw.
I cannot see – I cannot walk or talk …, I cannot even hold something
said the torso
I dared to ask.
There is no real life in the wrong one …, and still …
The Torso continued saying
Perhaps I can make you ask, offer you some light so that you can see yourself offer you the missing limb, the imagination of which gives you the strength to stand, holding with a firm grip what needs to be …moved.