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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