Several times in my life, I made a decision to stay and live in my home county. I saw many young and talented people leaving Belarus. Despite that, it always seemed like there is no life possible in this place with no changes or growth, all the time I had a feeling I should stay. As many other artists or creators, I might naively thought that we are the changes. Since last 3 years, the work of artist was actually prohibited in Belarus and I felt stuck between my home and somewhere where I should have been. I was not able to function but also I could not leave.

I wander between the districts where I grew up and where I live now, trying to find what keeps me here so tightly. Just Soviet-style concrete panels, empty streets, uncomfortable and some time ago unsafe courtyards. Not historical value, beauty or romance here, but everything, every corner sound or smell, resembles something and evokes nostalgia even before departure. Unexpectedly, I have to admit that I love my home very much.