Generations of our ancestors were always forced to fight. They fought with nature, they fought each other, but most of all they fought with themselfs. This was a cruel time, which forged people into steel. This was a beautiful time, when your mate in arms was your brother. This was an evil time, when man was like a wolf to another man. Although these times are gone, we don't want to forget... ... even today everyone of us needs to find himself, maybe even for not being a wolf to another man...