these days i’m busy photographing what i think can be a nice urban landscape homework. i’m photographing the immigration departments in some cities in germany (berlin, potsdam and frankfurt am oder, so far; dresden this saturday), and their surroundings.

i’m also supposed to write to a brazilian magazine called suplemento pe a text about the experience of leaving brazil and coming to berlin and everything that comes along with it (or that goes away…).

for those, i read this essay from edward said, reflections on exile, and found this quotation from a monk from the 12th century, that gave me chicken skin:

the man who finds his homeland sweet is a beginner; he to whom every soil is as his native one is already strong; but he is perfect to whom the entire world is as a foreign land.

perfect.