“I have no words to say” is a phrase one can often hear when the reality of the war is so striking that language seems incapable of describing it. While studying in Bruxelles, Daryna Mamaisur is caught up in Russia’s full-scale invasion of her country. In the springtime, when chestnut trees are blooming in Brussels and Kyiv at the same time, she makes a film capturing that spring at a distance. As she keeps up a visual correspondence with a friend from Kyiv, she faces the question: while making a film about war, how can we speak about wounds that are fresh and ongoing?