This is a self-portrait about my inner feelings on diaspora.
Sometimes we feel lost, like a seagull in The Andes.
Diaspora and migrations are a ferocious thing. The mountains
of my hometown lull my thoughts... While the nostalgia from the
past fuses with the challenges of the future. I remind myself that
only the exciting stories are told and remembered... And so I
travel, as if I was packed along with what is closest to my heart.