The more I travel the world, the more I feel that Home is not a place, but a concept, a breath. It is the point to return to when I am gone, even if it is only a corner in my head, a wish. And it is for this part of a life dedicated to living another, not my own, that these stories have the value of a gift.
A simple concept that encapsulates all the complexity of a profession that should not be taken lightly. Where one part of the flowing time gets caught in a frame while the other falls – unlived – into the past.
