„The disappeared world of lights, smells and sounds. It often happens to me, when lying motionless in bed and falling nearly asleep, that suddenly I start to walk from one room to another.

Trips back home record the changes of childhood topographies. Spaces once densely packed with the paraphernalia of family have opened and widened with the passage of time. My parents, whose lives were once consumed by the thousand of demands of a young family, gradually reoccupy their surroundings with the patterns and rituals of their lives.