this is the same saltivka where the synesniks took thousands of ammunition out of here, everything here has already been demined, but there is simply nowhere for many to return. the smoky entrances are stitched with pain and silence. does not break through from any apartment, even through burnt curtains light and life. the kitchen hood, which seems to pick up two walls, actually does not pull anything out anymore, scattered children's beds, toys, shoes and empty chairs that no one will need anymore, you can hear it in the neighborhood, it smells good, someone is probably cooking, but from where in the frozen village light or gas, we follow the voices that echo, get to know the locals. well, yes, someone is frying something, i say, is there gas here or something , they brought water, we have something to fry, and there is light, they say, communications were restored in the summer, they are not it has been since that very february, this is what arrives, explodes, this is not eternal, this is what people do there, take care, plant trees, plant flowers, this is always eternal, this is alwa