“My birth­day is the bright­est day of my life. My birth­day always starts at the ceme­tery”. This is the auto­bi­o­graph­i­cal film about the per­ceiv­ing inter­twin­ing mean­ings of life and death that I start­ed to expe­ri­ence from the very begin­ning of my life – from a day of my birth­day. The day that I always start­ed at the grave of my grand­pa who worked for KGB. I was lucky (or not) to be born on May 9th – Ukrain­ian nation­al com­mem­o­ra­tion day of the WWII. Obliv­ion and memory, obey­ing the tra­di­tion and wish to cel­e­brate the life – all things had mixed on that grave­yard. But once I received a chance to escape from there. (cine­doc)