This house was my house and it was in Krakow, Poland. For six years it was the center of my life and a very special place where was beautiful to be, to come back and to hide. My place, the only one I’ve ever felt this way. A beginning, a neutral space for sharing. It was quiet empty for some time, then slowly filled with old new things that soon become familiar mixed with pieces of my life before and my friends’ various stuff left as signes of the time there together.