Pavel Bobrov

The pasty grey, which surrounds Pavel's caravan resembles the life inside of it: the 71-old Russian spends the evening of his life in a dismal and monotonous way between marram grasses and sleepy seaports. But at one point Pavel makes a decision: He picks up the telephone receiver, calls his old friend Jack and starts walking – just straight ahead to California.

One location, many people and different destinations - but still, they all find themselves in the same situation. They are waiting.