Something about roots
My roots. Double. Separated by
two Balkan countries. With a distance of circa 902 km between them. Connected
by cultural and historical similitudes, and other elements you might call ‘coincidences’
– but one never knows. A small town and a capital city. Silence versus
overpopulation. A trip by plane and by bus. Different languages. Different
expectations. Similar births, feelings of love, pain, hatred, forgiveness,
similar deaths. But my aim is neither to talk about the differences, nor about
what they have in common. I am trying to create visual associations of these
two spaces – my mother’s hometown
(Bucharest, Romania) and my father’s hometown (Pogradec, Albania) – in order to
say something about myself – and firstly, to
myself.
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