A sense of guilt

It appears every time I see their difficult behavior. I can even explain the situation to myself in various ways, but regardless of the results of the analyses, this small part stays with me. A part of the reason. A part of the non-obvious beginning. Guilt. My fault. The feeling that my children behave this […]

Paper house

House made from cardboard boxes. We build them for our children to play they are adults. We found one in the area we live. But it’s not a toy, it’s someone’s home. And everything they have. A married couple with seven children live there, another family of internally displaced people. A roof made from a […]