1941 – The new residents of the yard, Romas’ parents.
Neighbor Romas stands in the room, naked, wrapped in a towel, carrying a bucket. The neighbors know that Romas was one of the oldest residents of the yard. There wasn’t always running water in his apartment, and in the past, water had to be carried in buckets to the third floor. Romas’ life was very contradictory—he was once the building’s superintendent, but later, he couldn’t resist vodka, and for many years he was bedridden, unable to walk. A few years ago, he even started a fire by falling asleep in bed with a cigarette… The fire brigade, though not with buckets, rushed to extinguish the fire Romas had caused.
To the neighbors who visited him in recent years, Romas liked to tell stories about his youthful romantic adventures. As we leave this world, we take nothing with us, and we will no longer be able to bring anything—we won’t be able to apologize, and we won’t be able to be different. Romas is gone, but the memories of him make us reflect on whose burdens we carry and remind us that we will take nothing with us when we go.
Kiemo Galerija 