A year passed as I live in the Arabic world. So unexpectedly a fate turned all my life – from adoration to Motherland – Ukraine, to realization of fact of appearance in my heart another, second house in the Arabic world – Oman. When I arrived first in Muscat – the capital of Oman, I was pleasantly staggered by whiteness of this city. The first impression of total whiteness of buildings caused sense of holiday like the city was preparing to the solemn event. Therefore I named Muscat my white capital.
These white buildings in Muscat captivated by their grandeur, permanent festivity, affability and became my second house.
Gradually, adapting to life in the Arabic world I understood that I was repeatedly pursued by an idea, that I had already lived here before – all native: green bushes, flowers, palms, sea, parrots etc.
All this greenery, flowers, beauty, looks like in Ukraine with a bit more warm climate. The same pleasant and trustful people.
A term Arabia is not new in my life – I often met this term in historical literatures of the Cossack times. However, I’ve never thought that gradually I became familiar with the Arabic world and opened for me the whole cascade of scientific researches in different directions of history, geography, natural history, ethnos and other.
Day after day I collected the photo of similar things, compared with our culture, began to analyse, to search similar and distinctive features in things for everyday life, weaving, screw-thread, coinages, elements of clothes, decorations and other.
I processed information, tried to compare and advised for ethnographers, to understand roots, sources, parallels of our cultures.