In this series, I deal with the beauties of peace versus the ugliness of the face of war. At the age of ten, I had experienced war and displacement, migration, and the loss of my home and friends. To the extent that my childhood games were playing with empty bullets and remnants of war shells, I remember the siren sound. On the radio, it was as if for me and my childhood games, they were announcing a time of fun and games, we inadvertently got used to the war and its memories while we were victims of the war, and in the meantime, we found a way to live.