After years of wandering as a refugee, my Room has finally found a permanent home in Rotterdam—within the former refugee center, now the FENIX Migration Museum. Once fragile and displaced, She has grown stronger with each passing year. Her body now weighs 1 tone, her walls have thickened to 16 cm, and she stands proud—anchored, resilient, and unyielding.

This installation is a 1:1 reconstruction of my childhood room in Kyiv—an attempt to preserve what no longer exists and to reveal the Truth hidden behind its walls, both literally and symbolically. What began as a fragile shelter has now become a monument to resilience, migration, and the endurance of memory.

The Room carries within her the layers of history: newspapers spanning from Ukraine’s independence in 1991 to the present war. These papers—once hidden beneath wallpaper in Soviet-era apartments—now stand exposed as walls themselves, uncovering truths long buried under layers of silence.

Now, within the walls of a former refugee center, my Room speaks not only of personal loss, but also of the universal experience of migration—of leaving, of carrying home within oneself, and of the fragile yet powerful act of rebuilding.