Est-ce qu'on emporte la patrie sous la semelle tie ses souliers?
Is it possible to carry the homeland away on the soles of one's boots?
I come from a family of hereditary emigrants, nomads. For generations, my ancestors left home and built in a new place due to circumstances beyond their control.
In 2020, I underwent a kind of initiation: I emigrated to Poland, thus continuing the family tradition.
The question logically arises, "What place on earth can I call home?"
Where is that piece of land that I love by default, the point of reference where time stands still? After all, I was born in one country, grew up in another, and live in a third.
A wise man once said: "The homeland is the place where your ancestors lie."
There are many such places in my family. They are scattered in different countries and cities.
Thus I realized that for me the Motherland is a memory, a memory of movement. The culture and diverse traditions in which I grew up are evidence of these movements.
The ritual of accepting this memory, accepting my family and, accepting myself, I chose the tattoo: an archaic and somewhat primitive way, and one that will stay with me no matter where I end up.
Here each "star" corresponds to the place where my ancestors are buried.
From each star come "tails" - coordinates of the places where they are buried written in morse code.
The music illustrates the tattoo: notes and rhythmic patterns correspond to the coordinates.
