Living most of my time abroad means thinking most of the time about the place where I belong to. A friend once wrote me I wonder how much longer your "escape from here" remains a necessity that allows you to breathe. Pics of Mediterranean memories alternate with cartography of Mediterranean islands. The sense of belonging is not only physical but also geographical. And I, as an island, should be very strong to love solitude. The further I am from home, the more I feel the roots that bind me to her growing. I will chase this sense of melancholy that distance brings until I feel that it will be enough for me.

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