Galiya told me once that through time and changes, she understood that the small family unit she has created for herself is her source of strength, the core of her motherhood, her choices, and the source for powerful love and pain.
I chose to show the family inside an old Transit van, in a middle of a grove somewhere in Israel. Galiya had put on the floor a big blue IKEA plastic bag filled with keepsakes from China, memories from a home they used to have.
Inside the old van, Galiya and her family are wrapped together, fully present. They look at the keepsakes and remember, laughing and playing around.
I couldn’t take my eyes off their special and intimate interactions, and then I understood that no matter where in the world they would be, they will always feel whole and accepted.