I had to leave my home in just a few days, and it’s not safe to go back.
Since then, I’ve lived in five countries, six cities, and countless shabby apartments—always trying to settle, always searching for something that feels a little more like home.

Over the past three years, I’ve constantly questioned my identity and self-worth.
Am I a traitor or a descendant? Russian, Siberian, Israeli—or none of these?

This project is my way of returning to the place that shaped me—to sift through it, to carry something with me into my nomadic life, wherever I go next.
I recreated landscapes from my childhood, using photos of real places and channeling my pain into the process.