In April 2012, the body of a man was found by the side of a road, approximately forty kilometres outside St Petersburg. He had died a violent death. Next to his body were his passport, a small amount of money, his gold wedding ring and his watch. The man was a Belgian citizen who had been reported missing by his family three weeks earlier.

That man was my father.

Five years later, I retraced the journey he had made, day by day and hour by hour. I travelled from Düsseldorf via Frankfurt to St Petersburg, and then on to the place where he was found. Along the way, I photographed everything and nothing, without knowing exactly what I was looking for.

The images follow the journey: motorways, airports, waiting areas and other places of transit. They are everyday records of places where people arrive, depart, wait or pass through. Little seems to happen. Together, they follow in the footsteps of my father’s final journey.