I don't know where I am.
There is nothing around except the sky and the dug soil.
Where do I go among the infinity of destinations?

I don't know how I got here.
Did I leave home to enter the road? Or am I on the road in search of home?

I don't know what is going to happen to me.
Will I be going, or will I come somewhere, or fall dead. I hold my flag tightly in my hand.

I know nothing.
Except that when I get tired of going I will stop and rise my flag above the horizon, above the sky and ground. I will know then that now these are my sky and my ground, and it is my home, because I brought it with me.

And wherever I go I will carry it with me. The flag will fly, along with the infinity of destinations.
I still won't know where I am. But I will always be home.

This is an ongoing project. I am traveling with my flag to different places as a nomad, bringing my feeling of home to anywhere on the Earth.

(The note from the year 2022)
These 3 landscapes are from Ukrainian city Mariupol. As of 24.04.2022 this city is being besieged by the Russian troops for 58 days. 98% of the city is destroyed, more than 20,000 citizens were killed and thousands more were deported to Russia. On the horizon you can see the silhouette of “AzovStal” metallurgy plant, in the basements of which thousands civilians and hundreds of last Mariupol defenders are hiding from the Russian missiles sent at them from the sky, from the ground and from the sea.