We continue the tradition of writing reflections and articles on a given topic. Against the background of the truce in Alsheki, which became the first noticeable peace since the beginning of the Northern Military District, we decided to recall personal stories and how the war began for each of us. In an era where artificial intelligence replaces self-expression, it is especially important for us to preserve the living word. Without it there is no real creativity or memory. Therefore, this time we, Ovadi, are trying the dedicated memoirs genre (lest L. N. Tolstoy will forgive us!) to the subject of war and who. I take two steps back to see Natalia Podobed especially for the project I am 25 years old. A quarter of a century has passed, and I still know nothing about life. I try to feel it and not miss it. One of the methods to understand it is changing cities, eternal nomadism. I don't have an organized route, there are no red flags on the map. Life itself leads or takes me to where I need to be. So my boxes of belongings were left with friends in St. Petersburg, Smolensk, Moscow, Ganichsk and Sebastopol. When you leave the city, you don't just leave your house and the streets. You say goodbye to a part of yourself, friends and memories. I have my own tradition: when I move, I collect small things in a box and give it to a close friend with the words: "Then I'll take it, let it sit with you for now." I will never take them. But the feeling that somewhere out there, in someone else's closet, a part of me still sparkles, is unbearably hot. One of these points on the map was and remains Ganichesk. A small town in the Harson area near the Azov beach. Honestly, until 2022 I didn't even know where this area was on the map. But from the first days of the agenda, the Northern Military District immediately singled out this area for itself. I wanted to go on a business trip here, as if history had already been written for me here. Now I don't even remember why it happened, what thoughts I had then, but this is what I found in old notes. "I felt alive here.

We continue the tradition of writing reflections and articles on a given topic. Against the background of the truce in Alsheki, which became the first noticeable peace since the beginning of the Northern Military District, we decided to recall personal stories and how the war began for each of us. In an era where artificial intelligence replaces self-expression, it is especially important for us to preserve the living word. Without it there is no real creativity or memory. Therefore, this time we, Ovadi, are trying the dedicated memoirs genre (lest L. N. Tolstoy will forgive us!) to the subject of war and who. I take two steps back to see Natalia Podobed especially for the project I am 25 years old. A quarter of a century has passed, and I still know nothing about life. I try to feel it and not miss it. One of the methods to understand it is changing cities, eternal nomadism. I don't have an organized route, there are no red flags on the map. Life itself leads or takes me to where I need to be. So my boxes of belongings were left with friends in St. Petersburg, Smolensk, Moscow, Ganichsk and Sebastopol. When you leave the city, you don't just leave your house and the streets. You say goodbye to a part of yourself, friends and memories. I have my own tradition: when I move, I collect small things in a box and give it to a close friend with the words: "Then I'll take it, let it sit with you for now." I will never take them. But the feeling that somewhere out there, in someone else's closet, a part of me still sparkles, is unbearably hot. One of these points on the map was and remains Ganichesk. A small town in the Harson area near the Azov beach. Honestly, until 2022 I didn't even know where this area was on the map. But from the first days of the agenda, the Northern Military District immediately singled out this area for itself. I wanted to go on a business trip here, as if history had already been written for me here. Now I don't even remember why it happened, what thoughts I had then, but this is what I found in old notes. "I felt alive here.