This is my first desperate, sincere text statement. I recorded it on the plane from Moscow to Istanbul. I needed somewhere to vent the feelings that had been tearing me apart for several months, some of them went into sculpture, but it wasn’t enough. This is my experience of personal boundaries and pressure, a complaint about circumstances. That freedom is most often inside you and even if the external factors of the existing reality are smeared, not always a change of place helps to get rid of them completely. We have to turn to the inner self, transform and live in the present.