Since I’m a child, I always wonder, who are all these strangers that I cross paths, how it is to be in their shoes ? Now that I live in the 7th floor of one of these old soviet building and that I can see all these windows everytime, the feelling to be just a stranger among stangers is even stronger. But maybe it teach me everyday to accept that the meaning of my life is just to be one more window for others eyes, and reminds me to stay humble by don’t taking myself too seriously.












