It’s the third of November and I want to write about everything at once, but it doesn’t work that way.
To choose the main thing and emphasize it, to pay attention to what others do not see, to feel the pulse where they are already doing funeral services.
In this small text sketch, I want to tell you that all the photos on the site are my authorship or photographers from Ukraine.
For example, this one
“birth” in 2009, one of the first photos I took with my own SLR camera. There is no secret content or subtext in it. Just a photo from the past.
My house is warm now, and it’s not because of the heating season, but because it’s not too cold outside.
The batteries are barely warm (even more heat from my cats), the lights are turned off almost every day (because of the bombings, the damn war), and I am ready to endure any calamities, so as not to have muscovites, so as not to have anything to do with this bio-waste.
Today I have the opportunity to travel to another city and I am very happy that now I hear my native melodious Ukrainian language more and more often in public transport and on the streets of the until recently pro-russian city.
It warms the best in these difficult, cold times for all of Ukraine.
