Talk about your most memorable dream.

HANNA - In my childhood, I could order my dreams if I knew I had behaved well, like cleaning my room, folding my clothes and washing my face before sleep. So, I was in a summer health sanatorium on the male side. I wanted to experience a kiss. There were a lot of handsome boys. I came to the one during the daytime nap hour and tried to kiss him as if he were in my dream. Somehow, he always resisted and pushed me away while I tried to hug him, aiming my lips to his lips. The kiss never happened. That was irritating!

Talk about your most memorable dream.

MATYLDA - I have a few memorable dreams, but I like to cherish them and keep them locked up like little souvenirs in a shoebox in the bottom of a drawer…One that I think I can share stems from my childhood and keeps recurring every few years. It is storyless and dialogue-less; just a collage of images, sounds and feelings. I am in a medieval town, in which there is some kind of a fair happening. I am looking into it from above, but at times I find myself amongst people who are dancing and laughing. Suddenly, I’m part of the crowd amongst twirling skirts and spinning bodies. And I never want it to end. To not be seen, but to enjoy these people whose lives I know nothing about. Their laughter pierces the air, horses are neighing in the background. It’s idyllic and I know I don’t belong there. I am never caught, never seen. I can walk around anonymous, as a little girl and let the joy of it all fill me up. Since having that dream, every medieval town I read about looks like this one. Grasse from the "Perfume," town beneath the castle in Kafka’s novel. It is a joyful dream, but I am always partly conscious of its falseness - despite that I long for it and never want it to end.

Talk about your most memorable dream.

JANINA - It‘s hard to think of a specific dream if it wasn’t recent, but generally my dreams are always some kind of nightmare and completely incoherent situation which seem to make sense while dreaming but are actually complete nonsense. I often dream about upcoming events I am worried about or scared of, going absolutely wrong and messy. (Examples: before my school finals, before big fashion shows, before a big journey)

Talk about your most memorable dream.

SVEVA - I used to dream frequently about it, no reason or connection with real facts. Sometimes I dream random scenarios that can also be plausible real life moments that all in a sudden switch into me falling from stairs. There’s no connection with which I was dreaming before but I find myself falling from stairs without railing, in the emptiness of a space that never ends… just me falling back, not seeing where I’m heading to, just falling fast in the space. I usually wake up from the dream because I start to kick my legs as I would try to save myself from the fall.

Talk about the landscape of your hometown that comes to your mind.

HANNA - My street was the last street in my hometown, Mariupol. We could go to the “wild” side with my dog or geese till the sun went down. Sunflower and wheat fields were separated from each other by the block of oaks, acacias and other leafy trees where we could build our houses from fallen branches. There were accidental little springs with cute snakes. From afar on windy summer days, wheat seemed as a golden silk, moving with the wind as a huge silk flag under the blue sky. In the wide river nearby, there were plants called reeds. We could burn them so the smoke would protect us from mosquitoes.

Talk about the landscape of your hometown that comes to your mind.

MATYLDA - The landscape of my hometown is old tenement houses. Neglected and forgotten, with signs of life trying to eat away at their beauty. It’s cobblestone in the town square, old signs above the shop windows, small streets going up and down. It’s very Polish, messy, dusty. It smells like hot pavement and Mirabelle plums. You can always hear faint screeching of the old tram rails and feel the ground vibrating slightly. And there are parks. Full of huge horse chestnut trees, small ponds, playgrounds. That is how I think of it, that is how I like to remember it.

Talk about the landscape of your hometown that comes to your mind.

JANINA - When I think of the landscape in my home, the first thing that comes to mind is all the lakes where I would spend my summer days, surrounded by trees and acres of wheat or corn. I remember sometimes hiding in cornfields or running on the fields, when I was a bit older, I would sometimes ride a horse through the scenery. When my grandma was a little girl, she used to make dolls out of corn cobs and play with them.

Talk about the landscape of your hometown that comes to your mind.

SVEVA - If I have to embrace my home landscape, I go straight to fields where I used to go and still use to go when I’m back home… In the middle of the countryside, I love to walk between corn and tomato fields where I reconnect straight with my inner roots. Just fields, with high corn cobs or sometimes also sunflowers that look like walls, frogs singing in the canals and the sun that is just setting with very bright colors, outlining the skyline of my village in the distance. Is my no time place where I use to go to reconnect with my inner self.

Talk about the oldest memory you can recall.

HANNA - I have a few early memories that I recall, not sure which one is the oldest, so I will share just one. I believe I was 4 or 5 years old, and all the kids on my street, including my brother, were a couple of years older. It was evening and every kid was pointing at the seasonal burning of the wheat fields after the harvest, telling me the story that it was a disaster, that the fire was coming for us, and that our houses would burn, we would burn, and that people were burning. That was indeed a hell-like vision: fire at night. The kids knew it was just a normal harvest procedure, but I got dramatic, crying for the people and ran to my mom, asking her to help them. My mom laughed at me, but she got pretty cross with the older kids for scaring me. I laugh a lot when I remember this.

Talk about the oldest memory you can recall.

MATYLDA - The first memory I have is one of a pool. Everything around me is blue, except the rounded window that lets the light in. It shimmers on the water surface, I can't stop looking at it. This little dance of the light particles. Everything feels calm and serene. I am being put under the water, but there is no fear. It wraps around me, it’s soft and slightly warm, it feels familiar and safe. Then I am being taken out of it, and again the light and a gentle echo fill out my perception. The memory is one of safety and tenderness, peace and tranquility, a vague kind of longing.

Talk about the oldest memory you can recall.

JANINA - Even after thinking for a while, it‘s still hard to remember what my earliest memory is now. One thing that definitely sticks in my head is the bunnies my sister and I got for Easter, we loved those cute things and took care of them, sometimes we would sit with them in their stable, taking our toys, teddy bears and just play around. When my parents divorced and we moved out, my dad continued to take care of them, but soon they ran away. About 10 years later, I found out they had actually died. Another very early memory is when I had some kind of fight with my mother, I was pissed and, as sassy as I was as a little girl, I would take my little suitcase with the cartoon mouse on it, "packed my things," and try to leave - don‘t ask me where to. My mom somehow managed to stop me, I have no idea how the situation ended. I think my earliest memories I can still recall happened around the time of my parents' divorce.

Talk about the oldest memory you can recall.

SVEVA - My first memory is a scent, the perfume of fresh laundry. When I was a little kid, I remember my mum collecting the laundry from the balcony and wrapping me into the clean bedclothes: the warm, safe hug of an innocent and pure smell that made me feel safe and brought me to the deepest connection with my mum. It is the oldest memory I can recall and is still fresh in my mind. I love the perfume of fresh laundry just dried in open air, the freshness and pureness of the smell that straight recall to my mum and the hug she used to give me wrapping me into the neat essence of laundry.