What is home?

Now I understand it has more faces that I thought. My home is where my family is. Where I first took a tiller in my hands even if it was only in the canal without full sails on. Where I drank a bottle of a cheap beer at the river where it’s not really allowed. Where I’ve lernt how to play guitar. Where I attended the poorest and the funniest Uni in the city. Where the air is shit but the city and people are great. Where it’s dangerous to take you’re bike and leave it in the front of a shopping center even when it’s locked. Where sometimes is hard but everyone forge ahead…


But I lived In other countries and every country gave me some kind of a home. Sometimes for real, for longer.. sometimes for a couple of days.

So I share it with You now. I share some pieces of my HOMES, places, countries.