Category: My people

He died two days before my very first day of life. Instead of two eyes he had two blue bottomless lakes, each of them hiding its own tamed sun. He never had eno...

Funerals is the best detector of saturation of words. There is no way to say empty words without everybody noticing  it in the room full of pain, love and ...

Every Ukrainian kid knows the plant with the round dark-green leaves with a relief veins, growing by small families, never alone. I couldn’t find the prop...