July was the bloodiest month in Donbass for long time. ‘Phoney war’ is still on the rise. Being in Kiev, I don’t feel anything, just the smell of burned memories. Here time flows differently, as if in another dimension. I want to go back to the Donbass still for a moment, i miss and can’t forget. It’s hard in this mess, find the hidden meaning other than the bottom of a bottle of vodka.