The road that leads home...
Another summer night, in the car on our way home from work, when my nephew asked my brother: the road that we are taking is the way home, right? His answer was as usual, very thoughtful and yet understandable for a 9 year old, is was: this road leads to wherever you want it to go; it can be home it can be anywhere else… And I created my own version of understanding it all: it is that the roads we take can become a part of us; some of us want to take shortest road to lead us to success or to our goals, and some take a road that has a lot of promise but it has a dead end, maybe it never ends and we all think it leads home. What is wrong about all of this is, some think our home can be taken away from us, or that they can make us leave the place where we learnt everything, they think they can name us refuges, outsiders, foreigners… A refugees camp in Kawrgosk What they don’t realize that when they make us leave our place of birth, they help us take the road that le...
