This photograph is a reflection on forced emigration. When a person unexpectedly encounters new meanings and traditions. He appears before the world naked, without his usual armor. Fragile and unprotected. With all the baggage of memories and values ​​that he has accumulated throughout his life. To refuse them means to betray yourself and become someone else. This is a difficult and difficult choice that many people find almost impossible to accept. To build a new identity, the old one must be completely destroyed, and the identity of an emigrant must be created on its ruins. These difficult choices discourage many people who continue to carry their burdens. Like ancient Sisyphus, they endlessly and aimlessly lift their stone up the slope, over and over again throwing it back into the abyss of memories, nostalgia and regrets.