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Grateful to The Berne Institute.

Title: Everything is cold except the pizza.

In this scene, we can observe a melted radiator on the sofa, a frozen mounted clock, slices of pizza exploded in the air, due to the "artillery base" environment, and sleeping bags to stay warm in the freezing environment in the room.

I have been raised on “Heroic battlefield stories” that dad used to share with us.
I remember a story on a heavy rainy winter day in December 1980 before Christmas days. The soldiers were asked to support the battlefield in a city that was running out of ammunition, and the only way to overcome the siege was to reach the base hiking in the snow on foot.
They didn't have any other choices. Dad remembers one of his comrades who died freezing in the snow. He couldn't process what happened with him, and that incident remains to be told every winter at home.

We live in a house that doesn’t have a heating system. We could afford to install one in the past ironically, but we weren’t able to open the topic with dad or even to discuss it, and the only classical answer we used to hear was that we are living in a house near the sea at a low altitude, winter is not cold here, even though we are freezing. He used to end the topic with anger and rage without knowing and understanding what is happening with him? We only asked for a heating system to experience how it feels in winter.
We are still feeling cold and time goes by. When we used to clash on this topic in our childhood and leave the gathering, the only solution to bring us back together was a pizza delivery since he knows how much we love it. He used to mock us for not being able to maintain "a breeze" and starts taking advantage of the situation where the opportunity to share the story again and again.
Knowing what’s deeply happening and naming every step and dynamic of this game in my awareness is relieving. I’m aware now that if the house gets warm, then the war will ends! And if the war ends from his side, then his life perspective will dissolve with all the memories leaving him with an existential void, by making him face his trauma of the past.
I understood that it’s not my responsibility to solve it. It’s his own choice and decision to live the life he wants. Sometimes people find meaning in suffering if they aren’t able to create deeds or experiencing love or creativity if they decided to search for it.