The moist heat of your town hits me like a sledgehammer as I’m stepping off the aircraft and I can’t really relate to it all being real yet. The pattern on the floor is green and harbours a whole forest of branches and weird figures, and in many ways that pattern describes my own mixed feelings as well. My anxiety, my longing, my hopes and the way I’ve been living for so long now. I can feel time stopping, and it’s like I’m the only one moving at a normal pace. Balloons of different colours for someone returning home, children waiting for their mum or perhaps their dad are all moving in slow motion. There’s a light in the crowd down stairs though, I can see it from afar. It’s coming against me and some seconds later I’m feeling a warmth I’ve been missing against my skin like a sunburn. (more…)