Between here and there
Thursday, 27 February 2014 13:52
Written by Roxana Allison
The first time I arrived in Berlin, I did not have any preconceived ideas of what it would be like, yet oddly enough, from the moment that I walked out of the metro and through the streets, I sensed a familiarity in the air.
It was cold and dark, but the large avenues and buildings were similar to those I remembered from my time in Mexico City. I felt as though I were in a between-place, a place between their current location and the one they had left behind.
When you leave the place where you were born, you find yourself constantly (though often subconsciously) searching for similarities, to feel as though you fit in and belong to the place you now call “home”. It is a natural, inevitable process that can take time to assimilate.
The first time I arrived in Berlin, I did not have any preconceived ideas of what it would be like, yet oddly enough, from the moment that I walked out of the metro and through the streets, I sensed a familiarity in the air.
It was cold and dark, but the large avenues and buildings were similar to those I remembered from my time in Mexico City. I felt as though I were in a between-place, a place between their current location and the one they had left behind.
When you leave the place where you were born, you find yourself constantly (though often subconsciously) searching for similarities, to feel as though you fit in and belong to the place you now call “home”. It is a natural, inevitable process that can take time to assimilate.