Or, I should say, emigration caused by lack of work in your home country… Here I just want to share some simple words and feelings.
It takes time. A lot of effort – usually to end up doing something completely different from what you expected. It gest time to get used to the language, the people, the loneliness. And, that did-I-made-the-right-choice feeling that just wont go. It’s like always standing at a crossroads, not really knowing where to go – if you still have to go somewhere else.
Only after a while, I realize I can just stand there and look up. And take a picture of this very moment, now that is all so different, but it has still a lot to do with me. Blue is the color, blue is the feeling. And blue is the sky.