“The real world doesn’t take flight / the way dreams do,” writes Nobel Prize winner Wislawa Szymborska in “The Real World.” “Dreams have keys. / The real world opens on its own / and can’t be shut.” And so it goes. In one photo, a man is thinking about his wife. Another, his mother. About tomorrow, about traveling to the mountains and seaside “when this is all over.”
Yaro from Lviv writes, “Usually people measure time in seconds, minutes or days. Here I measure time with the lives of those who give them away, for others to live. How many more?” Quiet revenge, writes another.
Denis, 19, from Kiev, “About mother.”
Valeriy, 27, from the Khmelnytskyi region, “The young do not know how to die. The young do not need the keys of heaven.”