Two thousand and fifty-six kilometres, three hundred and sixty villagers, countless apples and a farewell. Since 2011 Zhang Xiao has shifted all his work to the home town he knows best, a place closely bound to his growth and his memory. At the beginning he made a series through polaroid emulsion lifts, a metaphor for the process of tearing and repairing himself and the place, and through those collaged images he looked for a balance between memory and reality. At that time he was more like a wandering child in the village, aimlessly looking for its ruins; he emptied the old drawers of the family house and rummaged through what was there.