In September 2016 I was in Hohhot, the capital of the autonomous region of Inner Mongolia, to develop a vast reportage about the strong urbanization in that area. One day I took a bus determined to have a break, away from the city. I didn't know where I was going but within an hour, east from Hohhot, I arrived in this rural village of which I didn't get the name due it was written in Chinese ideograms. I decided to remain there for some days due I had the peaceful feeling of being at home. Thousands of miles away, in the middle of nowhere, in a place with no name.