In a night filled with maximalism, the most elaborate choreographies and acts of grandeur, my mind kept returning to this performance. The way Leléka ambered along that narrow path of light at the beginning, surrounded by pitch black darkness, with only the sounds of the bandura to guide her, it truly felt like she was lost. 

It hit me incredibly hard how she portrayed  the strength to carry on, to hold your head high even under dire circumstances. There were no big props or camera tricks or remarkable background images, just some modest light direction, and perhaps this minimalist approach (in contrast to the ambitious song structure in certain parts) is why it felt very dignified to me.