Oksana Nosach

On the outskirts of Kyiv, twenty-floor residential buildings rise to the heavens, whilst on the ground, the improvised housing of those who migrated to the city from the provinces remains. The result is a patchwork of modern residential design and ad hoc agriculture, of six-lane residential streets and adjacent fast food outlets juxtaposed with the messy business of domestic pig farming.

Living is like crossing a bridge. Is it possible that what looks like it is part of a cityscape is in fact a living being? Just like people, it is born, it lives an eventful life, it experiences its fate and its quiet forsaken aging, and then it inevitably dies. Meet Kyiv’s Rybalski Bridge and its memories.