Loose translation (which is not very needed, considering Blood.lt domain written on the bottom of the ad): “Donors’ blood - hope for live”.
…but, oh the symbolism. Clock on top of stand; road sign (we call it “brick”) which means “Traffic - denied”; smiling drops of blood, that look like nasty bacteria of some sort; lorry, that has its door opened and people are probably unloading something from it.
It reminds me, that I have given blood only few times in my life. I always promise to do that again some time, probably next week, but I never do.
Someone is selling this to make ends meet. Question is: at what point do we stop caring about stuff like that? Or did we already have, because that person has to deal with this while being subjected to subzero winds and snow? I am sure, one can find lots of reasons to say that few hundred African kids died, while I was typing this on my HP laptop, while watching Ricky Gervais show and contemplating about how lazy I am to get out of bed and get some hot coffee, but I can say, that physical pain is not worse than psychological, which is a subject of relativity and comparison.
Again: aren’t we already missing something?