During the quarantine, I realized that this feeling was familiar to me... The feeling that I could not go outside my room. During the war, when I was taken out of the ghetto and hidden in an apartment on Vytautas Avenue, I couldn't go anywhere. I could only observe life through the window ... Then in exile, in Tajikistan, when I was already big, we were again unable to move more than half a kilometer from our village. Yes, I remember this feeling well...

Julijana Zarchi, 2020