Somewhere deep in a big country, along a big river surrounded by forests and swamps, there is a small Siberian village. Seven months a year, this village becomes inaccessible: you can only get to it in the summer, taking a long boat trip up the river. Time seemed to have stopped there. I was born in this place, and recently returned there with a camera to answer the question: what are we looking for when we leave the place where we were born?
http://eng.flahertiana.ru/
