The stone is the work on which my house in the village is depicted. He is in Belarus. The place where I grew up and which I dream about every night. This is my sense of home, living there, not here with me.

Good where we were.

Where is my house now?

On February 24, I wake up to explosions.

The war began in Ukraine - a huge black spot that continues to this day. During the next two months of living in a small Ukrainian town, I felt death so close for the first time, and even accepted it, made friends with it, it became a part of me, my thoughts. Every day I was ready to die, and before going to sleep I said goodbye to life.