Тext: Маria Herchak, Berlin
Photos: Cleo Herré , Marcel Luge, Maria Herchak
I moved to Berlin 3 months ago. It is a big and an extremely diverse city. Sometimes I have the feeling, I’m walking in the streets of Istanbul, or New York, or soviet parts of Kiev, or in a little German village…
Text: Maria Herchak
Calligraphy: Taras Makar
Have I ever thought I could begin my day with reading news from the front? Could I ever imagine reading every day new names of fallen soldiers of my country? Has it ever come to my mind that I could lose someone I love in war?
Two years ago we lived a “normal” (eastern-European) life: struggling with omnipresent corruption and unfairness, with absurd bureaucracy and poverty and fighting for freedom of speech. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, so to say. But never ever would we imagine that war could be so close.
So many things happened in one year. And even more things changed in our minds and hearts. Children loosing fathers, mothers loosing children, families loosing each other… Who needs all this?! Continue reading