This series of photographs report my travel back to my motherland, a tour made through places never visited not only since I left but since my childhood. I have built a romantic memory about my past life, that misleads me emotionally while away, now that divergent memory and the reality of things are colliding in front of me.
Something strange is floating in the air, as if something had happened in my absence. And it did happen in fact, life goes on when we are not present. But there is something else, as if time had moved in a different way, this was something unperceivable for me on that summer day. Couldn’t see people there, as if they had rushed out, I could still feel traces of them.
I can still feel the smells, the textures, as if I’m still a child smaller than everything else. It’s all still here but melting into something more tactile, there are fewer places where to hide.
Do we ever grow up?
Portugal: 2 and half years later
Landed in the Lisbon Airport on a hot summer day. The place is empty, there are no people around.