Częstochowa in south-west Poland used to be home to nearly forty thousand Jewish citizens, the vast majority of whom were killed during the WW2. After the war their houses often began to be occupied by new arrivals, people who came from elsewhere. They didn’t have the keys so a new lock was put in place, while the old keyhole was painted over. This is a story of Częstochowa’s tenement houses, often used by the local council as social housing for the poorest and marginalized who would never be able to afford to own a flat. There is an omnipresent sense of not belonging in the area, of being uprooted and disconnected that contributes to the urge people feel to move out. Apart from aiming to capture the psychological ramifications of the past I also had a strong sense that photography was the only way left to preserve these places before they collapse.