Little Memories

My Grandma died 10 years ago in Belarus, and earlier this year, I visited the house where she lived and where I spent a big part of my childhood for the first time since then. It felt strange, as if I have grown too big for it, but also strangely quiet without her being busy around the house, cooking and tidying up. I decided to photograph the interior of the house and the attic, where I used to spend hours as a kid, as those little artifacts still remind me both of my grandma and the childhood years long gone.