I was born in the city of Minsk and lived in it for 43 years. I have no experience of living in other cities. And, unfortunately, the city has not been imprinted in my memory since childhood. I don’t remember its architecture, I don’t remember its streets. Perhaps they were not then the object of my contemplation. Over the past 5 years, I clearly understand that the city is part of me, I cannot live without it. I look at him, and he looks at me. Our views intersect. I catch it morning, afternoon, evening, night. I don’t know how he sees me. But that’s how I see him.