Description
It feels as if time has frozen in cigarette smoke and unspoken words. Numbers are still dialed from memory, but there is silence on the other end. The same questions spin around in my head, repeating themselves like a stuck refrain: “What am I guilty of?” And even though miracles are no longer expected, the heart still searches for them in the familiar little things - in the call that never came and in the voice that can still be heard through the night.
filmed by Abai Mamediev
edited by Adikenzy
title design by Aizhamal Dzhumakalieva.