A glimpse into the life of my grandparents within four walls. My grandma is unsatisfied from everything, while grandpa is a little depressed. I documented their routine for five years, living in the third floor, imprisoned due to their health condition. Talking, cracking seeds, having a phone call, a nap, dreaming about fishing and picking mushrooms in the woods. It is about fluctuation between the familiar and the unfamiliar, between home and homeland. 

Boris (1937–2022)
Rest in peace