This scene was full of interesting contradictions–sings of death and signs of new life, sunlight and smog, ashes and new leaves. The burnt ground still bore the traces of the ashes and many lifeless grasses still kept clinging to it as if it would give them their life back. The bare lifeless tree stood in the middle of the black and yellow ground under the inhospitable smoggy sky, and it rather looked like a twisted and knotty stump hit into the ground as part of a camouflage manoeuvre. As if magically, a few grasses were sprouting up from under the black and yellow earth. The scarce bushes and the only green tree on the background gave this landscape at least some semblance of life.