A year ago, I was in Bulgaria for a few weeks and I wanted to visit Harmanlā±, the city where I was born. When I was there one morning I get up early and wanted to photograph the district. Also, I thought maybe I could remember something from my 5 years of childhood I lived here. I started wandering around, and I saw this factory. it seemed like a reminder of a childhood memory. I and my brother were going to see my mother some of days while she was working in a factory. We also brought foods to eat together. And I thought that factory was this factory. But later I found out that I was wrong about it. A few weeks ago, when I called my family to ask the story. They said, memory is correct, but that the factory is not.
