Tag Archives: migration

Quickly around the world and back. (Remembering memory)

It is still early morning at Mijas Heights, but I see it as red sunset already.

We have been around the world and back, we have changed our perspective so many times.

Today I need something old, something I already own, something at the bottom of the box, dusty, mine. Something not twitteable, likeable, commentable, shareable. Maybe is the  the memory of who I am. The feeling behind old pictures. I need clear, measurable, colored memory.

(How can you understand your time off is the only time on you have left)

Do you remember? We didnt have all of this, all this information, all this hectic, mad, duplication, multiplication…I am lost inside a tick tock vertigo of wars, elections, technology, advertisement.
We were smaller. Our world was smaller. Friendship, aquaintances, the crossroad, the school, the neighborhood. Boring, somehow.
All this talk about minimalism. I dont know much about this, but I guess it is the need of simplicity. The simple – yet not socially wildly multiplicated – perspective of ourselves.
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As blue as it gets – A thought about work-related emigration

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.

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