Finland should become for Olena not only an ideal place for an academic internship, but also a space where you can get lost, escape from the burdensome routine, be at least a little uneasy, starting a new chapter in life.
However, under the gust of cold northern winds, the memory brought with it is enraged, acquiring almost physical dimensions: first as goosebumps on the body, then as a warm coat, and finally as full-fledged armor, though illuminated by bullet holes. And especially when you are not the first of your kind to find yourself on this earth and follow in the footsteps of the new, but paradoxically familiar territory. Although you have to follow in the footsteps of army boots. And in this collision, in this combination, the rebirth of one's own and other people's stories is born, the boundary between which becomes less and less clear with each step.
