Yesterday I turned 9 years old

«You know, it's as if I don't even remember myself, my childhood, up until one precise moment» – Voiceover. The Adult’s voice over some dark space. On the train’s widescreen there is a film of winter landscape running past. The child's voice is coming from mind: «And I’ll tell him, “Here’s a gift for you, Grandpa”» A little boy is going on his journey to find a gift for his grandfather. «Snow is falling, falling down» The shot of the memory. The Starting point. The Initiation. «Time itself, perhaps, can go…» The New Year in a Post-Soviet region. «…Steadily as snowy flow» A railway station. A newspaper stall from the nineties. «Falling down, and all’s confounded:» Boy is whitened by the storm. «Happy New Year! Welcome to the…» Midnight. Chiming. Cut of ages. «All is being lost and found»