“What’s your name?” “Erjon.” A pause.A confused look. “Elio,” he says.It’s easierin a countrywhere his real namesounds strange. He arrived there when he was young. A new language.A new way of speaking.A new way of living. And new eyeslooking at himas someone who d
Some steps are quiet. Not because there is nothing inside, but because not everything needs to be spoken. We carry thoughts, memories, questions, things that shape us without making noise. Not every journey is loud. Not every strength is visible. And sometimes the deepest parts o
When I was a child, my uncle once gave me a small bird. Nothing expensive. Nothing rare. Just a little bird I could hold in my hands. And for me it was the greatest joy. I remember how light it felt. How carefully I held it. How something so small could feel so big. That [&hellip
Sometimes it takes nothing. A name. A smell. The air on your skin. The sound of birds somewhere far. A voice in the distance. A ringtone you haven’t heard in years. And suddenly something moves inside you. Not a thought. A feeling. A memory that doesn’t ask permission. A mome
