Grams of Inspiration #4 — What is Home?

The other night, a creepy incident at home: someone knocking at our door, close to midnight, desperately asking us to please let them in  —  then returning half an hour later and insisting on the same thing. We couldn’t establish who they were, whom or what they were looking for, or why they picked our door and seemingly none of our neighbors’.

My girlfriend and i felt very unsafe  —  trapped, really: “are they still outside?”   — “it seems like it, or at least i didn’t hear their footsteps going downstairs”  —  “how did they get inside the building?”

The irony…

My girlffriend has hitchhiked and i’ve ridden my bicycle solo throughout Eastern Europe for months on end. The one thing we could agree upon was, we never felt like that on the road — never! In fact, when i’m in the countryside, i actually feel safer if the locals know where i am camping.

Are we confused?

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On the photo: left panel: an exposed campsite behind a bus stop in Poland (with the locals’ blessing and fresh tomatoes!) — right panel: my apartment door in L’viv

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