“For me, home is …” That was the challenge of a local photo contest. And I thought:
Home is probably where the type case hangs in which I keep the souvenirs from all over the world with which I associate stories: the vulture feather from the rewildering station in Bosnia, the silver spoon from the citadel in Aleppo, the batik print with the fish on the bicycle from Lake Peipus, the pin from the tribal festival in Nagaland, India, and also all the objects with religious connotations and the stones and plants from the wayside. When I put something in there – and space is already tight – then I have arrived and at the same time I am reminded that there are still many stories to collect.