A tower as an entry sign, a tower as a museum, a tower as a column marking the point of junction of nature and human realms. The structure rising from red soil of the ploughed potato field seems to have always been here, it belongs here. This composition of simple shapes – column base and column head – reminisces of an old water tower, or a prototype of ancient Russian order, a hazard, a mirage. A simple wooden door leads into the sacred space of the tower interior, flooded in daylight from above. Sailing up in this light, the rural life artifacts, collected from abandoned villages, still hold the touch and stories of their former owners.