Vast lands. The weather is always cold. People were distant from each other. In the air, you could always catch the frozen crystals, and people were passing in it with foreign dreams for me. Because of the conflicts with Russia and the internal political situations, everyone tries to stay in a safe zone. I felt like the social life here was based on keeping distance as much as possible to avoid any problems with any political groups or powers. People’s generational fear passed through every family, and it transformed into an insecure environment. Because of this trustless air in the streets, there is nothing to be afraid of for a foreigner, since nobody wants to get in touch with anything unknown here.