My small homeland

Spring 2024. I was born in this village in 1981. Then it was a port industrial city.

Now it's just a village 80 km from the capital of Ukraine. They stopped producing cast iron, now the air is much better.

My son lives here. And even this city suffered from the war. Four houses were blown up by drones. ( There's an article here )

Yesterday I was out late at night and I was overwhelmed by feelings of longing, sadness and sadness.

Because I understand that I am not eternal, and it is a pity to leave what you love.