|From the German series Heimat, which coincidentally plays precisely in my birth region|
But it's not really a yearning for My home.
It is a yearning for A home, for a place of belonging. So far in my life I consider myself fortunate to have found such a state once (because it's NOT really a place), but George died.
So now I am quite content when I take a corner on the bicycle on a warm afternoon and discover a stretch of downhill road into a beautiful green valley.
And I laugh out loud when the wind rushes past my ears.
Because in that moment, there is no place more beautiful in the whole world.
And in that brief moment I belong.