"Up in the air we— the immigrants— inhabit a limbo that holds the truth that no place will ever feel home again, at least not in an unquestioned way. We move through liminal spaces like airports and airplanes, hotels and waiting rooms. It is here where the boundary resides between you and me, where we stand in the spaces of me and not-me, where home and not being at home intersect."
By Julia Beltsiou in Seeking home in the foreign. Immigration and Psychoanalysis.
Picture by Cristina Bernazzani
By Julia Beltsiou in Seeking home in the foreign. Immigration and Psychoanalysis.
Picture by Cristina Bernazzani
