Kosovo, spring 2000. Winter has ended but only in the meteorological sense. Frost hides deep in the ruins and in the soul. Traces of destruction in the sunny countryside. Wounds that never heal, weak indications of new beginnings. Paradoxes. Black-and-white with colour fragments of memory. The words ‘deza’ and ‘femijet’ mean ‘children’ in Serbian and Albanian respectively. These terms have no place in the irrational dictionary of war. In spite of this they are the most helpless victims of a meaningless war, of sustained hatred. Their suffering forms an ineffaceable chapter in the history of the end of last century, of the beginning of the new millennium. Statements given by Serbian and Albanian children are filmed in black-and-white, interspersed with colour shots they themselves have taken.