The post-Soviet reality was in fact little different and different from that of being inside the Soviet era. Back in the 90s, Vlada Ralko thought of comparing our territory with a reserve, when for the sake of survival and preservation of the species, individuals are doomed to be in an artificially adapted or designed environment. In such a seemingly protected space, a person loses something of the basic human and becomes very vulnerable and insensitive at the same time. Isn't it tempting to start the hunting season in a reserve where residents are relaxed by ostensible security? The slowing down of time was for Vlada a sign of a period that began at the end of the first year of the war — unfinished action then seemed frozen in the air. When later, instead of continuing, the speech time went in a circle, as for me, it somehow revealed its nonlinear configuration all too vividly. While working on the book, Vlada Ralko realized that all the works in it relate to her stay near the war. This can be said about ancient works. Certain things that were recorded in different years were updated by the war in a special way. It turns out, now she must have discovered her own origins in those times that seemed long gone.