Story:

When I left home, I did it without a final destination. I told my mother once: “If nothing changes, I will pack a suitcase and leave”. “Where?”, “Anywhere!”. I left for Belgrade, then I left for Athens, and then for Barcelona. These days, I’m returning to Belgrade. Often, I felt homeless, which is normal, if you live with a suitcase and everywhere temporarily. In order to stop the panic from uncertainty and homelessness, my boyfriend gave me a little house. He said: “This is your home, now you have it and you are free”. And so, my home is packed in a small section of my backpack; sometimes, I put it on the table, cooking plates across Europe for known and unknown people and teaching one Norwegian to sing “Macedonian girl”.

Zlata