“...As a child, I had the opportunity to travel quite a lot: every summer, during the holidays, my mother and younger brother Alik and I went on “vacation”: first, when my father was still serving in the army, it was Germany and Latvia, then the town of Vorzel near Kiev, where my father’s elder sister, hospitable Aunt Manya, lived with her family. The most exciting and bewitching thing to do on the road was to look from the window of the carriage at the landscapes rushing past and imagine yourself suddenly finding yourself in these places, in this deep forest, at this abandoned stop..."