On the field of blood. The eternal parable of Judas and Kherson coffee, which was born in a watermelon...

A collage by Olena Zelenina.

There is a potter's wheel on the stage. Barefoot Judas is spinning it to the point of frenzy! From episode to episode, each time taking a new clay ball, he hardly sculpts a bowl or a cup. And then he confesses, then he justifies himself, then he remembers, then he accuses the audience witnesses, pointing his finger at them, then he sings something untranslatable, absorbed with his mother's milk

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