Extracts of an environment with an attempt to become familiar.
Places, a-places with no registered personal memory.
Explorations through the silence of the cold night, where no one watches and no one judges.
Time in its logical context it does not exist and it is not required.
A molding process of personal memories in order to form my own autobiographical registry in the new country.
The long winter nights, the colour of cold,the snow,the twilight time and my long walks in the dark are a testimony of my existence in the new place.