I vividly remember looking out of my twelfth-floor apartment window in early 2020 and seeing gray smoke continually towering from the cemetery up on the hill. This seemed somewhat out of the ordinary, so I made a couple of calls trying to ascertain what could be the cause. A dark thought came to mind, envisaging the 1960’s brutalist white concrete Baikove crematorium exhaling uninterrupted smoke.
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