“A man who doesn’t know where he comes from cannot know where he is going.”
Having this in mind, last summer I went back to my forefathers’ lands. There I learned about my family past and visited my ancestors’ graves. I explored the nature, listened to the rivers and ate wild berries and apples and plums. I walked through the forests and I heard the wind call my name.
Looking for my origins, like spotting the pieces of a puzzle: my past, my present, suddenly it all made perfect sense. I traced my roots all the way back to the future.
Photography by Moje Bory