Antonin Ivanidze

After a long period of isolation, Antonin rediscovers the world in a bird shelter where, rocked by the noise of planes, troubled souls are saved just as much as the birds.

Migrants try to cross the border between Belarus and Poland. The Frontex offices in Warsaw are empty at night. ‘Don’t you think that the borders of empires, like the roots of a tree, are much more extensive than we think?’