I carry the torch of my father and his father, my grandfather, who was in WW2, a soldier, fighting in Poland and Russia. I feel his energy in my father, hurting me and in me, hurting myself. His wounds, his rage, his brutality, his cholerical behavior, his aggression. And still, I carry this torch, long time without knowing about the reason. But now I understand, that he was betrayed about his life. I understand why he became an offender. My system knew all the time, I was long term fighting against my wish to stand up for him and fighting against my own system. Now I understand him being also a victim of war-system.