

The first week of the war I lived at my besties place in the bedroom district of Kiev ... we lived between the load-bearing walls in the corridor... it was safer there..😞 On the third day I went out on the balcony in the evening, looked up at the starry sky and saw a shell flying, exploding and sparkling with sound accompaniment, covering a certain radius, looking beautiful and deadly at the same time... Maybe this is the beauty of the observer...Everything happens in your presence...this shot...its consequences...has its own unique story...and you are now part of that story...