When I stepped into Kyrgyzstan, I saw it all red. The country was living in its late history. Suddenly, the whole land made me feel like it had its own personality and was speaking to me in an unknown language. Maybe it was looking like that because of winter, but the whole land was so poor it wouldn’t even raise a fuss. Then all those feelings combined reminded me of some scenes of Chernobyl Limited Series. The emotions I felt were the same as in the cinematic scenes, which were meant to look like a massive scene, but, in reality, left me feeling stuck. The whole country was the same to me. It was massive, big, and with vast lands, like endlessly chasing the sun was possible here. Nevertheless, that was the problem. I felt stuck in this endlessness. Not because it was bad, but because I had no idea about it.