Białowieża

Analogue Photo. In the forest. Old woman carries bucket.

Białowieża, C-Photographs, 2006, size can vary

When I was 26 years old, I drove to my grandparents’ village. "When are you coming back to Bialystok?" my father asked me on the phone when I visited my great aunts in Bialowieza, near the oldest Polish primeval forest. I said: "Soon." Inwardly I wanted to answer him: "Never. I'm not going back to the city. I'll stay here."