I woke up today feeling a strange aching. Thinking about Russia, my home. Funny, how you never stop missing a place and that time in your life. Homesickness, but not really a physical place. Like an uprooted tree I feel alien in a lot of ways. Two years ago, in June, my wish of going back finally materialized. I was on a train to Moscow. This is the first photo I took through the window glass. My dear friend Amy, was my sole witness and I will forever be grateful to her for being there.