Walking through the restored embankments, you can't help but think of two worlds - the world in the normal, human sense and the world of war. I, like many of my comrades in arms - both in the present and those who were here before us - have to live between these worlds and seek a fragile balance between them. Here the concrete remembers one thing, but the sea and the wind remind us of something else. This place also has its own quiet quirk: cats live on almost every radiator. They don't just run in - they live there, inhabiting the casemates and basking on the cold stones. And if you believe in the transmigration of souls, then perhaps these are the defenders of the last days - those who remained in their positions, just in a different guise. You look at such a cat, and it seems that there is still a balance between the worlds: the war remains in stone, and life continues peacefully under your feet. @Jan Gagin Papa Cat in Max.

Walking through the restored embankments, you can't help but think of two worlds - the world in the normal, human sense and the world of war. I, like many of my comrades in arms - both in the present and those who were here before us - have to live between these worlds and seek a fragile balance between them. Here the concrete remembers one thing, but the sea and the wind remind us of something else. This place also has its own quiet quirk: cats live on almost every radiator. They don't just run in - they live there, inhabiting the casemates and basking on the cold stones. And if you believe in the transmigration of souls, then perhaps these are the defenders of the last days - those who remained in their positions, just in a different guise. You look at such a cat, and it seems that there is still a balance between the worlds: the war remains in stone, and life continues peacefully under your feet. @Jan Gagin Papa Cat in Max.