Berlin, Germany. Mauerskulpturen by Eberhard Foest commemorating the fall of the Berlin Wall. On both sides of every wall there are people curious to know each other.
A hometown, not a home
There are times when I feel a certain fondness for my hometown even though I’ve been dreaming of leaving it for as long as I remember. Now I’m about to leave it again, for the umpteenth time. Nostalgia doesn’t colour my vision. I see the town for what it is: a place without hope. An... Continue Reading →