This is a visual story about memory loss. As a result of the Russian-Ukrainian war, many Ukrainians lost entire cities and everything they experienced there. Personally I forget everything I loved, you just wake up and can't remember what you like. However, you definitely remember the funeral of a two-day-old baby who died as a result of shelling. For some reason, itʼs rarely written about in books.

My great-grandmother was named after Lenin. Her parents took the initials and added the letter ‘A,’ so her name became Liva. She was born on February 4, 1925. When I sat down to write my memories of her, I hoped that one memory would lead to another, and I would recall more important moments. But that didn't happen.