The good thing about living in 2 different places: I’m a different person anytime I cross the border and I do not mean the border between the countries. There is a point where the surroundings and ideas that are closely connected to place number 1 seem to dissolve and vanish. At the same time, images, associations to place number 2 emerge vividly, almost overwhelmingly, and I always imagine my brain as having some deep-freezing compartment to allow for this change-over.
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