ISABELLA VOSMIKOVA PHOTOGRAPHY

When I hugged my grandmother at the airport, one small suitcase in hand, with some t- shirts and a few pairs of jeans, I thought it was just a holiday, a month, and then back home. I was 17 at the time. Few years later, I came back to Prague. By then, Communism was gone and I was an American citizen...

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