Some of the most memorable times of my childhood were the summer times that the whole family used to spend in a small hut on the Black Sea coast. And the highlight had always been the mesmerizing stories my grandpa used to tell us about the headless horses, the children, the sea. The idea emerged when I visited my birth-land with my family after 25 years. On my way from my native Bulgaria to Georgia, I have been searching for traces of the characters of those stories, looking for visual notes connecting my present existence to my childhood by the sea and to the sea itself.