What is home?
It has more faces than 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, too strong beer at the river, where it’s not really allowed to do it. Where I’ve learnt 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.
But I lived in other countries and every country gave me some kind of a home. Everywhere I left a piece of me and will never regret it.
So I share it with You now. I share some pieces of my HOMES, places, countries.