After 76 years of living in Russia, my parents were moving out to another country for good. They both knew that they will never come back. They were so brave to leave their beloved home behind for other people. In Russian, we say: “My house is my Tower”. May be partly because our external life is so insecure and unpredictable. This is exactly what this apartment was for me. My Tower.
This was my home for 20 years and I took my 3.5 years old Spanish son to get acquainted with my hometown and the flat where I grew up. The flat that does not exist anymore. I admire my parent's courage as well as the ability to accept reality.