Longing

  • Monika Jurczyk

Longing for travels. A journey, after all, neither begins in the instant we set out, not ends when we have reached out door step once again. It starts much earlier and is really never over, because the film of memory continues running on inside of us long after we have come to a physical standstill. Indeed, there exists something like a contagion of travel, and the disease is essentially incurable. – Ryszard Kapuściński, Travels with Herodotus