Along the Baltic Sea lies a network of the happiest lonely countries on the planet. To the critic, there’s little to be found, to the advocate, a high quality of life and the solution to inequality. In the middle of it all is an island connected to the network by a single bridge stretching four miles, isolated, yet at the center of every Nordic’s summer conscience. The sound is overburdened by trees fighting with the wind, the clean Baltic water traveling. Blueberries lie lonely among the forests, windmills stand within view of the next. It is here where the summer justifies the winter, where family fights solitude. These images follow a family who immigrated to the Swedish island from Kaliningrad.