A personal photo essay about childhood memories and dreams. Schtsch is the Germanized version of the Cyrillic letters Щ. It is found in the name of Trojeschtschina (Троєщина), a suburb in Kiev, where I grew up.
Concrete, asphalt and panel houses create Chinese walls between which one feels like a crow in a large flock.
Thousands of people merge into a gray mass. A personal nightmare from which you want to wake up.
In this dream not the reality presents itself, but only the silhouettes and details that transform into strange surreal visions. In this dream people almost never show their faces as the old memories are never clear.