In the summer of 2023, after travelling to Kyrgyzstan, I found myself in Kazakhstan, Astana, at home. We were sawing firewood for the winter with my father, hurrying to make as much as possible for the winter. We sawed the recently fallen trees by my father that were in the way in the garden. There were many beautiful logs and branches among them. From them I built this sculpture. And then we sawed it for firewood. Today in January 2024, my father was admitted to hospital in a bad condition....