Death lives next door. Today he came to visit me and together we inspected and cataloged the objects that I have collected on the battlefields of Amvrosiivka and Ilovaisk for the planned exhibition. I’ll never forget those fields.
We talked a little, the Death and me. I asked him how long he will keep on roaming the streets here yet. He said: „For a long time, son.“
I think he was serious.
Basically we understood eachother quite well, because we see us every day. Because he lives next door, the Death.