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Beyond the Red Line

 We reached the last point on a route. We drank the last drop, we hold the last hope, we made the last step on that day. We sang the last chorus for the show. We sang about the play of dolls in the theater of destiny. We watched the last scene behind the curtain of illusion. We crossed the red line laid between the life and death, drawn before you and left behind us. We crossed the last point on a route.
Red line is a point of no return. It is a safety limit used in air navigation beyond which a plane is no longer capable of returning to the airfield. Red line is an irreversible action after which turning back is physically impossible or dangerous. It is the border between the guaranteed safety of being home and the harsh conditions of survival outside one's own territory. Red line is the day when 17 migrant women reached the dead end in August fire incident in Moscow.

Background: the work is a tribute to the 17 migrant women who died in the fire incident in Moscow, Russia in 2016. Till this day Central Asian migrants are employed at unsafe working conditions and low wage paid jobs in Russia. Justice to the incident was never restored. Read more details here.

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The work was made in collaboration with Valery Ruppel, 2017, Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan.

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