The cat dies. Her name was Pookha. She used to live with Lyuda Lipeiko, manager of the art-centre BEREG, but not only there. It happens to cats. And not only to cats.
And then a dream comes. At four in the morning.
“Hi Lyuda. It’s me, Pookha. I was born! I’m a girl! Quick, into the kitchen, write down an address. Ready? Ol’hovsk, Monchegorskaya 6″.
This address is found in the morning at the kitchen table - firm pencil writing in a margin of Krishnamurti’s book “Freedom from the Known”.
Anyone providing more information on a cat-Pookha-girl will be rewarded.
Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: Jennifer Williams
Photo: Elena Yarovaya
Photo design: Elena Yarovaya