Oleh Hilzhynskyi

“I’d really want to get back there some day. To drive on those roads we traveled under fire, to come to those ruins. First, to sprinkle them with the blood of our enemy, and later, when our land is free again, to lay flowers at the place where the terminal was, light a candle. Kneel, take off the helmet, and pray for those who stayed there forever. Almost every night, I dream of these battles. I’ve never wanted to return anywhere as much as I do to that airport…”