In Bakhmut, Ihor had a normal, full life: an apartment in the centre, a job and his favourite hobby – photography. When the city was just beginning to be shelled by the russians, the family managed to leave – it seemed like it would be for a short time. It turned out to be forever. Now Ihor lives in Poltava. The only thing left from his previous life is an old camera that he took with him. It still retains the smell of home. A home that no longer exists. Just like the city itself.