Katya had always been captivated by the fragility of memory. Her grandmother, a museum curator lost to Alzheimer’s, had once shown her a hidden room filled with artifacts—a time capsule of pre-Soviet Belarusian folk art and letters written in Yiddish. When the room was emptied by authorities, the loss left a scar on Katya. She vowed to create a sanctuary where such treasures could never fade.