12:34

When I was 12 years old, my mum wrote me a 12-page letter. In the letter, which she wrote in spite of us living together, she tried to explain why life was sometimes so difficult. How we had been affected by our parents´ divorce when I was two years old. And how the lives of us four siblings were impacted by the illness of our second youngest sister. I was going to respond to mother´s letter, but I never did. My first child was born on a Monday, at 12:34 (PM). A few years later, I got divorced. We had two children together. The youngest of my four children was born when I was 34 years old. We built a house, my 12th apartment so far. Now I want to live my life in such a way that divorces are no longer handed down from generation to generation, and so that my phone would ring every day when I am on old man. Maybe this series of photographs is a reply to my mother´s letter. We are bad at talking about things.