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One day I started to search for my brother’s excavator. I assumed it has grown and can be on the street.
Taking pictures of excavators on the street became a sort of obsession for me. A day without a photo of an excavator seemed empty and purposeless.
One day my brother explained me precisely how his toy looked like. After months of searches, I found the toy on the auction.
Russian government continues it efforts to restrict independent messengers and communication tools. 
Therefore we communicate across multiple platforms - whatever is working on a given day. But one thing remains the same: my brother sends me pictures of food.
Going out to play with my brother when we were kids was a special kind of thrill. Mom would force him to take me along; Dima would argue back for ages, but up to a certain age, he’d still take me. My most vivid memories are of those walks, where a whole new world would open up to me, one our parents were absolutely never supposed to find out about.
We haven’t seen each other for five years due to the war started by Russia. I hope one day soon I will meet my brother and give him back his toy excavator.