A dedication to those rural houses which were destroyed by the enemy in the first days of the invasion. A core of a small house on the outskirts. The long dreamed of quiet place to stay for retirement... Destroyed orderliness, piled up belongings, chaos, broken heart. As the old neighbor of my grandmother once said: ‘They bore down on us, and ripped everything into pieces!’
But after darkness there is always light, and out of darkness, rays of light like highlights bring back the silhouettes of the most-beloved things, smells, tastes. In the middle of the fire-ravaged remains, there is a surviving furnace, an old lady of the house picks up the bricks and paves a path to it. Life wins! It is Ukraine after all!
