KIEV – “Bum bum”, the techno buzz. Bum bum, the recoil of the Kalashnikov. The children of Kiev never stop: they live at three hundred an hour, karaoke and guerrilla warfare, office and shooting range, homeland and “prosecco”. Here is Vova dancing with his mouth wide open and his hands in the sky, in this strip of the old brick factory transformed into a music studio.
Techno and Kalashnikov, among the young people of Kiev who are waiting for war
