Looking at photographs of R. Vikšraitis, the viewer feels like participating in a pig slaughter described by Sigitas Parulskis in the essay “Killing”. The return to the village, to one’s roots and the dirt present there, which may not be washed by any detergents from hands and heart, leave a trace in the sub-conscience. Looking at photographs of R.Vikšraitis we realise that we do not want to see what is shown to us. Lithuanians close their eyes. Meanwhile, M.Parr titled the chronicler of our century opens his eyes widely.