Random thoughts about home
Can you see the stars from your place? I just noticed I can see the starts from my terrace in Den Haag. Not many compared to back home... You’re probably wondering which home? I guess many, there are many memories and moments when I look up at the stars and I feel truly home, wherever I am. It’s a home that is present with you at all times, we just sometimes forget to look up and notice, and remember. There are many moments when I remember to look up, almost always on my own. But it always drags me back to the same memory, not of a day or a week, but a heap of instances all combined into my past, my youth, my childhood. Back home, in Portugal, we used to have a house on the hill, where I grew up. Surrounded by nature, the hills and mountains were our playground. Sometimes, on chilly summer nights, we would take our sleeping bags and blankets outside on the terrace. Laying them all in a row so we could cuddle and stay warm, we’d lie and stare at the stars for hours. Thinking, talki...