Author: Artem Yasynskyi, 22 years old, Kyiv, Ukraine
According to the calendar, we had known each other for only a couple of days: from the stealthy beginning of the journey, with the first dust swirling up from under our sneakers, to the swarming harmonies of the horizon's gradients with the mountains surrounding it; but there exists a kind of friendship with its own inner duration, its own zones of transparent time, independent of the spinning, malicious reasons.
