"I can't agree to war in my mind as the only solution, I can't force myself to hate, I can't believe that weapons, killing, revenge, hatred, that the accumulation of evil will ever be able to solve anything... The punishment prepared for me by my city, my only city, and my theater, i.e. I don't think I deserved the only theater that I considered my own, the punishment they prepared for me, because I did what I think should always be done: believing in people and in our profession, which must unite people, not separate them... Regardless of whether we live in one, five or fifty countries, let us not forget about people, about each one individually, regardless of which side of this Wall of ours the person in question finds himself on... I am sending this letter into the void, into the darkness, not knowing who will read it and how, or in what way it can be abused. It will probably serve as a dam for the eternally hungry propaganda beast. Maybe someone will read it with a pure heart. I will be grateful to such a man."