This War of Mine - Mémoires de la Cité en Ruine

The war never ends. Its victims are thousands, and every day we lose a little more hope ... The food is scarce and our shelter falls into ruins. Yet we continue to fight.

There are new faces across the city: some friendly, on the improvised market or in neighboring houses, and others hostile to the night. They brandish flashing flashlights, clubs and knives.

We are looking for new passages through the ruins - sometimes even under the ground - to avoid sniper bullets and to pick up anything that may be of value. The loot is always lean.

Yet we continue to fight. We have no other choice.