Returning to Chechnya for the first time in 18 years after the war, I wanted to make a film that touches upon my memories. After several attempts of recreating exact scenes from my recollections I realised I was fetishising the traces of the past. But what I found was a breathing tissue, a people complexed with a constant longing for what has been. A collective memory embedded in various spaces, habits and objects - resonating yet different from mine.