one warm sunny autumn day around ten years ago, my sister and i went out to take some photos. i had my old soviet camera with me with a roll of black-and-white film in it. when we came back home i put it in the fridge… and forgot about it. it stayed cold for a good seven years. i eventually had it developed and the negatives scanned. most photos turned out blurry and some overexposed. and yet, they made me very emotional. a feeling akin to when you open a memory box from way back. a bit sad because the meadow is not there anymore, turned into a sand mine, and because we will never be able to go back into our old selves… but overwhelmingly happy about where we are today, as supportive of each other as ever. this one goes out to my sister – a hero and an inspiration.