The first travel of these little creatures was to Plovdiv. Many were to follow. The roads took them to the mountains, small towns, forests and surprising landscapes hidden behind petrol stations. Many times they got exhauset, soaked, hungry and even angry with themselves for having missed a stream of water.
And after months and months of discomfort, they found a second home, a place to cover their bruised shells, a place to rest and restore. They ate plastic food, walked only on asphalt, watched landscapes on a screen like this one and dreamt and dreamt of the past they had seen and the one that is to come.