My dear, I miss you so much. I remember every day with you, my dear Kyiv. I keep telling everyone about crazy parties at the K41 club I’ve danced at and endless cider glasses I drunk in your bars. We are looking for smoking sticks all over the city - that’s war, everyone smokes, no cigarettes left. In the small shop on the crossroad - the cashier is on the phone. There is a line already - people are nervous to get their bread and Pepsi right next to the military base. «I’m so sorry», - the cashier says, holding onto the phone. «My brother is calling - he is serving on fronts right now, you know, it’s a heavy battle now. I have a chance to talk with him for a couple of minutes, he calls me once in 4 days, I’m so sorry, but let me... I need to talk with him». Then we pass the banner that says «Mariupol, we will host your people. Uzhorod». I've translated this sentence to my guys and tried to keep breathing. The dark sound came from the north, even when we've been laughing at the balcony. «I so badly want to wake up in Odesa», the guy says, passing me by near the Lva Tolstogo subway station. «I want to lie next to the sea wave and listen to this sound.» I’m smiling – I’ve marked a trip to Odesa in my Google Calendar with my dog and parents at the end of March and it never happened. I went on assignment instead and the whole seaside was mined. The most important thing – is to have a place in this world where you need no return ticket from. A person whom you hug and time stops. A bed where you wake up alive. I’m sharing these pictures of my city and think that there are no tears anymore, but there are. One day, my dear, we will wake up in my bed. Alive. #ukraine #ukrainenow #standwithukraine #russiainvadedukraine