post-apocalyptic
We went to the MO6 highway 2 days after it was retaken by Ukrainian forces. Along the road were ruined bridges, destroyed military vehicles with unexploded munition, shot and often burned-out civilian cars. It was the first time in my life that I saw bodies. A group of locals organised a Lada with a trailer to collect them. Last summer, 50 meters from this place, on the side of the highway, me and my siblings collected apples and pears and brought them by bicycle for our grandparents to cook into “compot” (a sweet summer drink). It was peace then. Post-apocalyptic.