This lone man wanders around a intimate empty space and conjures up pictures of the most horrific and inhumane experiences … 

I used to go to the park, in the park there was a children's playground I could sit, just far away not to be noticed, but just near enough to see the children

…To bear witness to a story of almost inconceivable brutality. But against the odds, what ultimately emerges is a sense of humanity, of man's worth. Nothing is done to theatricalise the story. He will appear before you in his own clothes. The clothes he wore on that night. The sent is still there, the feeling is still there, the warmth is still there.

His body speaks its own language. His movements will tell you the story, whether it is the story of truth or of lies, it is for you to decided.