In the middle of nowhere. Blue sky and nature, that’s all. Not a tourist site. Not the Morocco all people know. Actually, it could be anywhere else in the world.
But here is where I’m home. I love this expression: “I’m home”. Even in the middle of nowhere, I feel home.
This picture was taken somewhere on the coastal road that leads from Safi to Casablanca. It was the first time I’ve been to Safi… but I really felt that I’ve always been there. We never know, maybe it’s true… Maybe one of my ancestors has lived here. And even if it’s not true, this is my country, so I’m home. But how can you explain that I had the same feeling while being in Granada or Istanbul… The ancestral explanation again? Maybe…
A photo taken at random… I didn’t choose the place, neither the angle of view. Nothing. I have nothing decided. But these are rather the speed of the car, of my fingers on the button «capture» and the speed image capturing of my phone that have decided in my place.
My heart was sad or rather upset but my head was free as the wind out there. I would have liked to go out of the bus, run and scream in this place that I had never known. This place that was “my home”!
All this to tell you: always travel with the feeling of being home. Because this whole world is our big home!
But here is where I’m home. I love this expression: “I’m home”. Even in the middle of nowhere, I feel home.
This picture was taken somewhere on the coastal road that leads from Safi to Casablanca. It was the first time I’ve been to Safi… but I really felt that I’ve always been there. We never know, maybe it’s true… Maybe one of my ancestors has lived here. And even if it’s not true, this is my country, so I’m home. But how can you explain that I had the same feeling while being in Granada or Istanbul… The ancestral explanation again? Maybe…
A photo taken at random… I didn’t choose the place, neither the angle of view. Nothing. I have nothing decided. But these are rather the speed of the car, of my fingers on the button «capture» and the speed image capturing of my phone that have decided in my place.
My heart was sad or rather upset but my head was free as the wind out there. I would have liked to go out of the bus, run and scream in this place that I had never known. This place that was “my home”!
All this to tell you: always travel with the feeling of being home. Because this whole world is our big home!
