It takes four nights and three days to travel from Uzbekistan to Russia by train. The railroad goes northwest through Uzbekistan,
Kazakhstan, and Russia, crossing the changing landscape – from Uzbek cities and desert through the Kazakh steppe, to Russian
In the winter of 1990, my family and I took that train, as we were emigrating from the Soviet Union. That ride was a culmination of
months of anxious preparation to depart from our homeland without the right to come back. I remember some fragments from the
beginning of that ride, but most of it is erased from my memory.
Recently, I returned to Uzbekistan to take that train ride once again, in order to trigger and perhaps restore the memory that I
On that train, it felt as if time has stopped in 1990. The decor of the rooms, the smells, and the sounds of the train were all the same.
However, as I was riding that train, crossing the landscape of my childhood, it felt as if I’m pushing the lost memory even further into
darkness. I decided to document the fragments that I do remember, as it has become increasingly important for me to understand
the details of that journey in 1990, since I believe that somewhere there, in the labyrinth of my memory, I am still departing from my
home and unable to arrive to a new one.