A brother trying to greet a little girl Somewhere he had been wandering I am 22, you've always been boring and we're kind of late A mother trying to stroke the hair Everywhere there are wars without queen I am 22, you've always been so noisy and we're unable to speak language A father trying to run away from the hut Wherever Mohammed preached, there he is I am 22, you've always been careless and we're still disconnected A friend trying to understand matters Whatever the wise man on stage lied about I am 22, you've always been a hypocrite and we're as naive as a human could be ........I am 22, it's a day of remembrance I am floating above the water or liberating behind the tall grasses Thinking and listening to the kicks and slaps.......... Photography by: Dheanisa Art director: Made Dian