I arrived in Hungary in such an exhausted state of mind that the trip itself was a good occasion for an emotional reset. The opportunity to walk every day to Lake Balaton, traveling with the team of the residence and other poets around the country - all this gave a lot of new impressions and emotions.

It was very interesting for me to listen to what other resident poets were talking about, both during informal communication and during official events, to find out what topics they work with in poetry. So, for example, in Ukrainian poetry there is no such direction as ecoposition (Yvonne works with this), and no one occupies the sound of poetry in our country like Jaan Malin. It was also very interesting to participate in an acoustic performance of his texts in a cave. And of course, acquaintance with the Hungarian culture.

Usually, in order to write, I need silence and loneliness, so in the residence I watched and heard more, walked and tried to synchronize with the new reality for me and its people. This was my first trip to Hungary. But when I returned, I immediately wrote several texts. Although I usually write one text every 1-3 months.

This type of residence, with such a rich program of meetings, conversations and trips of a cultural and tourist nature, has become something new for me. And it's interesting as an experience.

In a sense, this residence looked as if I had become a child again and turned out to be with other people on a deserted island. Well, almost deserted :)

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Do you already know what kind of poems you are going to write?

In short, the text is about how hard it is to leave and return home, to Ukraine, during a full-scale war. The memory of everything that Ukrainians had to endure over the past 9 years makes us heavy as a stone, depriving any trip abroad of charm and joy. And the reason for the text was the swallows, which I saw on the Hungarian-Ukrainian border, my bus stood there for quite a long time, and it seemed to me that these swallows are workers at the border point, and it depends on them that they will let my bus through the border (between peace and war) or not.