Yevhenia
Who told you that I m weak,
That I succumb to fate?
My voice is strong when I speak,
My thoughts and songs vibrate.
Lesya Ukrainka
A rolled sweater instead of a down pillow, a sleeping bag ' instead of a blanket. In a small room, the foggy bulb is scantily emitting light creating a 3D effect. Night or day does not matter — this place does not have any window. The silence here is louder than any loudspeaker. This concrete cell is one and a half meters wide and two meters long. A little bedside table and a bed. Above the sleeping place, there is a structure of small logs, against landfall. An assault rifle — the real one — is hanging on the wall, in the corner. The commander jokes, in case of foe attack they have something to counteract. A small cast-iron stove heated at night
