On February 24, we woke up in shock. We were catching air with our mouths and couldn't tear ourselves away from our phones. We watched horrible videos, we listened to terrible recordings. We all hoped it would be over quickly. It didn't

People were walking around like zombies, the whole country was in shock. People were laughing and crying and screaming hysterically. The shock lasted about two months. Moods jumped from horrible, to bad, but there was never a good mood. No one planned to become a soldier, no one planned to leave their home.

Alcohol was pouring out more than usual, drugs were being used more often than they should. My head didn't work, my hands didn't obey. I was scared, we were all scared.

We are still scared.

I left my wife, my family, and the scary country on October 6. I had not been abroad for seven years. After the mobilization was announced, everyone expected the worst. The shock happened again, with renewed vigor. I could not pack my suitcase myself, my wife did it for me. Men all over the country were running away, running without looking back. Women in our country have always been stronger than men. They packed their husbands' bags, bought them tickets, made up their escape routes.

I found myself in a strange country all alone.

With two bags and my camera. I have little money, but plenty of time. We used to plan to buy a car to take our sculptures to exhibitions. Now we just live off the money.

I don't have much opportunity, no job and no workshop. No tools, no paper, no paints. All I have left is my camera. And the camera became my salvation. It became my window to the world. It helped me meet people, helped me see new places. The camera gave me the meaning of life, gave me the strength to move on.

The Immigrant song project is the result of my daily photography. It includes landscapes, people, broken down cars, and minimalistic shots of the air without a lens. It is my attempt to capture what is happening, it is my immigrant photo diary. It is my attempt to see the good in the terrible, it is my attempt to find hope, to find future.

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