I've now become a ghostly figure, hovering around the changing landscape of my childhood, with the feeling of intruding in the places I once felt most protected. Many of the residents that have remained behind now see me as an outsider. Some would stop and ask me where I live and what I’m doing, while others would just pass by, without recognition. Most, if not all the children have moved away as well, some like me, to distant countries.
The fractures in the spaces of one’s youth urge a spiritual catharsis, a new path to be embraced from underneath the cracks, and a new future to be built, to heal the inevitable longing for a long-lost home.