Since the beginning of the full-scale invasion of Ukraine on February 24th, I have had to move into my mother’s house, because she has a basement that can be used as a shelter during rocket attacks. This is a relatively safe place. Everything merged into one long moment, and I started keeping a diary: textual and visual. It helped me structure things.

Such a personal story. And you can catch a piece of me. A really bad times, when a photography saved my mind.