I often forget my grandmother’s name, Nosrat Dadgar. She visited Sweden once, from May to July 2003. Many years later I was told that, during her visit to Gothenburg, she grew to love the park with the water lily pond, Näckrosdammen, a place that meant a lot to me during my teenage years. I did not know that she too, cherished the same place as I did. Separated by time and geography, we found a common place.

The work was showed at the Swedish national Archive in Gothenburg in spring 2023.