When I think of my childhood, I remember my father as a young man, pulling me on a sled through the winter cold, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

As a child, I never questioned his life: why he stayed in the same city, worked physically, or developed certain habits and interests. I simply accepted him as my father, without wondering who he was beyond that role.

Years later, looking through family photographs, I began to discover a different side of him: people I had never met, places I had never seen, and years I knew almost nothing about.

This project is an attempt to understand my father not only as the person I grew up with, but as a man with his own past, memories, desires and story — a life that began long before mine.