3 stories

Own lost home Return to the destroyed house, as a symbol of returning to the past. The pieces of memory cover you like a storm with such force that you want to scream silently and curling up. Or accept them. False mirror In the year of quarantine and coronavirus restrictions, when many of us were forced to stay at home, the screen (TV, computer or smartphone) became for us a virtual window into the world. But not always such a visual window showed us the reality. Distorted and reflected, it was full of fake news, prophetic and manipulation… Memories remain Often returning to the past, remembering my home (real home), I go through all the rooms, sit in a chair, turn on an old record and wait. I am waiting for the memories to come, having drunk the sacrificial blood of my memory. And I will speak to them as if they are real and there was no succession of the past years and this is happening right now. Now, now everything will change - everything will be filled with sounds and colors.