My journey starts at the age of 10. My parents decided to leave Russia and come to Israel.
I thought that I never remembered anything from those last moments, where I was asked to part from my family and friends and just pick up and leave. Leave without looking back, with an expectation for a better future. Coming to Israel took a heavy toll: I tried to quash my identity and language with all my power, to try and feel like I belong.After 15 years, the expectations for a “better future” have led me to look into my past, which was left so far behind. With the mediation of an adult and a more accepting look I go back to the city where I was born, Lipetsk, for a journey to find the young girl that was left behind.
I chose to reconstruct moments; to go back to those places that awaken happiness mixed with sadness and great longing. Going back does not complete the cycle. It reopens old wounds. - 25 minutes ago