It feels like we are navigating a historic moment of global re-mapping, yet this has happened — and happens — places that seem “stable and forever” are suddenly no more.

While re-visiting the apartment of her childhood, spent in Soviet Belarus, Los Angeles-based artist Yelena Zhelezov feels haunted by the past and talks to people who also experienced a border change, either in name or territory. What is it like to live in the shadow of a disappeared country, a demolished farm, a new border, a missing definition? What happens to the sense of place and belonging? Are there déjà vus? What remains?