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I want to share with you a strange thought that came to me when I got on the Kyiv-Przemysl (Poland) train.

When I was going to Kyiv, I understood that I was going home, to my relatives, friends, boyfriend, to my favorite studios, work, creative shoots, to my beloved autumn Ukraine. And when I finally arrived there, I seemed to feel peace and joy, but the feelings were not at all the same as at home. Something has changed, and what exactly I couldn't understand...

When I was already on my way back to Spain, I also had the thought that I was returning home...my friends, my sister and my cat are waiting for me there, the planned shoots with models, the studios in which I plan to shoot...even my bed and my pillow are waiting for me.

I came to Spain and in 9 months it became my home. But it's still not like that. I don't feel like I belong here.

That's how I realized that I don't have a home (not in the physical sense, but in the spiritual sense). As in the song - Один в Каноє - У мене немає дому (One in the Canoe)

Now I sit and think - what is missing for these sensations..

In Spain it is clear - I was not born here, I do not know the language and customs - ok.

And Kyiv? Maybe I just got used to Kyiv and he really isn't in the best moral state right now and I didn't recognize him. I do not know