Trees go.

For me, it's an attempt to show the audience those feelings of disappointment. Human indifference and non-participation was not only in me, but in many compatriots.
It seemed that our native land was pushing us out of the country in search of a better future, a better destiny.
Something happened that made me want to close my eyes and forget. The trees hid their roots and went (or maybe swam) to other spaces, where they would be able to expand and take root.
I looked for myself in different countries, imagined which land and nature would be harmonious with me and would add new breath to my creative searches and experiments.
What do you think happened next and the choice of which country ended?