I am crazy about your apartments on Hertsena St., although you hate it. Those apartments have their unusual smell, it is hard to describe it. That kitchen, where we had spent billions hours while smoking, drinking wine, eating and chatting.
When you are at the sea, I feel myself more lonely here in Kyiv. I'm waiting unpatiently for your coming back.
We have lost a chance to appear on the
"Vo imya dobra" Fest, because of applying too late. We want our first performance not to be solo. Keep on searching.