“There is this duality that comes with being a migrant. You are in a new different place, yet your brain, your heart still exist in a different time zone. You leave your home and think it only exists in your head – your memories, your knowledge of the city, the few people you keep in touch with. However, after a while you realize life at home hasn’t stalled just because you left. It moves on in directions you have no say over. Friends and family move on of course, but even the city itself changes so much you barely recognize it. And this can bring another wave of longing and sadness, as you really can’t bring the old home back, even if you can visit the geographical home.”

Amber Room by Kotryna Ula Kiliulyte (4/4)

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