My Slovakian roots have always been something I've recognised with interest but never explored deeply enough.
My Dad having visited England when he was 18, with limited grasp of the English language nor money, found himself rooted here following the Warsaw Pact invasion of Czechoslovakia in August 1968. He has not returned since.
This was therefore my first time travelling to Bratislava, Slovakia to spend some time absorbing and understanding my roots, alongside some memorable exploration. I decided to push myself to take a lot more analogue photography, for which a lot of these series of photos are a result. This is my uncle Tobir, who I was blessed to share some time and stories with along the journey. The full set of images is on the website now.