I used to live in Russia. I saw dirty wet leaves in autumn, snow, ice, cracks on niveous slabs on river shores, snowfalls, first sun after a long winter. Now I live in Israel. Now I see the sea and the sun over it, dry sandy land, dark nights, and the sky full of stars. Even the moon was turned differently in this southern part of the earth. Every fact I remember from my previous life is tightly emotionally related to nature images. Fragments of my childhood, my house, my good or bad mood, periods of loneliness and love always are bound to the season of the year, the weather and with the flavor of the air. Here in Israel, I feel time differently. It’s more like a line or a flat surface. Most of the year the weather stays the same. The first rare raindrops that come after a long hot summer are a miracle. Once, my porcelain flat piece split in the kiln while firing. In it I saw the river shore covered with cracked snow slabs. There is a time at the beginning of spring when the sun starts to shine stronger. Ice is melting, ice pieces go down the river. The air is fresh and there is a sound of crystal ringing in the air. Clay allows me to reach the places of my birthland and my home, which I miss. And also, to understand better the new place, where I am located now. Now I contain both: snow fields and warm sea waves. Photo: Anna Dolginova, Elizaveta Guseva, Sharon Toval