You can be happy everywhere, but some places make you feel different...

Last month, the pharmacy refused to give me my medicine. They said that I was getting addicted and that I needed to learn to cope without. That medicine was designed to help people like me fight the irresistible urge to compulsively give up everything that's stable and makes sense around them to go somewhere completely different and start all over again. They are still unable to understand the roots of this condition, but they found a molecule that seems to attenuate its negative effects. The only thing is that as everything chemical remedy, it should be consumed with moderation. That's probably why they decided that I had to take a break.

Once the withdrawal symptoms passed, the old restlessness came back. I got bored of seing the same things and going to the same places every day. I had enough of the northern normality and inhibitions. The tasteless food and the inexpressive faces. I know that was exactly what I had come to find when I decided to come back to the Netherlands a few months ago, but too much of one thing makes me want to dive right back into the other edge of the continuum. I feel complete when I am on the move, testing the limits of my confort zones, and constantly facing my ignorance and biases.

I love waking up every day in a place where everything is exotic to me. The taste of my breakfast, the smell inside people's houses and the colours of the birds that come to my window. I miss the times riding bumpy roads, slipping on frozen winter streets, talking with old neighbours about why I am not married yet, buying fresh vegetables on street markets, drinking coffee in the house of someone I just met, and eating pomegranate with salt. Next to this, a new kind of fever got to me; documentary film. In this artistic realm, creativity meet intelectual depth and the fight for social and environmental justice. And being the impersonation of creativity and rationality themselves, I figured that it was just for me.

I had heard about dokufest a few years ago. This international documentary festival takes place in a lovely historical city of Kosovo called Prizren. I had considered attending the fetival one day, then I thought about becoming a volunteer, and I ended up with the honour of being accepted for 1.5 month internship!

My job isn't clear yet. I've watched a lot of great films, and I've written a bit for the website. Plenty of time was left to explore the surrounding,  take some pictures, chill around a coffee and sometimes a raki!