Sauendi Mann, 2010 I noticed her almost meditating by the family grave. ‘Soon I too will be here,’ she told me. Through an interpreter I asked if I could follow her home, and like a young girl she ran through the fields and the forest. Alone in her small farmhouse, we communicated mostly by gestures. Deep sorrow from a very hard life had marked her. Later I learned about her life’s struggle. As a young woman in the Russian times, she was ordered to work in the forest. She had to take her small son with her, and a tree fell on him. Her last portrait became the project’s signature picture