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A thing that reminds me that time is an artist as well
A thing that reminds me of the ghosts of Huliaipole
A thing that reminds me of the sun at the zenith
A thing that reminds me of dog ghosts
A thing that reminds me of Frau Hut
A thing that reminds me that there is no need to recall childhood
A thing that reminds me of a monster
“We are heading for death. You have to live and tell the truth to your grandchildren.”
75 years ago, Mykhailo Kutsiaba was the only one of his family to escape exile to Siberia. Zaborona tells his story
A thing that reminds me that my grandmother’s heart was beating
A thing that reminds me of the dead people’s ritual from a village that no longer exists
A thing that reminds me that there are only watch hands left of my grandfather
“I Didn’t Think I’d Ever Shoot an Armed Conflict until the War Started On My Country’s Border.”
Zaborona Talked To Polish Photojournalists Who Have Been Working in Ukraine Almost Constantly for Two Years Now
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