Dom tsah

An elderly man cumbersomely ascends from the cellar, where a tarpaulin canvas conceals the entrance to his place of rest.
It is thus the daily chores commence: Organise water, search for scraps of food amongst the gutted remains, collect wood from the ubiquitous piles of rubbish.
A solitary existence without electricity or gas on the outskirts of Grozny, alone amongst destroyed surroundings, under threat of gunfire, military assault and looting. A hopeful tale of survival told in a series of unremarkable, everyday images, narrated with neither excessive sentiment, nor patriotic partisanship