Kristina Syrchikova visual artist

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You fell out of the bus right into a pitch black darkness and feel your way through it. All around you is deafening silence, that’s being broken just by squelching mud underfoot. With each step you’re closer to the village. Here’s less and less of silence. You can hear the current buzzing in the distance from one streetlamp to another. The winter is inevitable.

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