I took these pictures in Minsk, the city where I was raised.

It was the month of January. There was mud with wet snow on the streets.

I was at the bus stop staring with fascination at the faces glued to the windows in the public transportation. They looked at me in turn, or not. The glass separated us, thus creating an illusion of disengagement. The texture of the window itself with its history framed the face, taking it out from the real life context.

The stillness and detachment of a human look together with the surface of the glass was already an enigmatic picture to me, which I then captured on film.