The poems in this collection were written before the start of a full-scale invasion, but the war is present there - in silence, fear, a life not lived. The other, with other experiences of resettlement and losses that could not be talked about, that wanted to be erased from memory, but they did not disappear anywhere, worked with their carriers until old age. And she was already opening her mouth to them, trying to tell them about herself, clumsily, chaotically, at least for someone.