This is the work that poses eternal questions about relations between historic events and global topics, and little things that surround us. Does the weight of such relations lie exclusively in their size or not? How big must be the things to make us feel emptiness once they disappear, and how small must be deaths to make our hearts wither? The work consists of ants that I, as a child, found dead in a basket with sugared water in my grandparents' vineyard. The basket was supposed to attract the insects and prevent them from eating grapes.