Sometimes, when I see pictures of certain places in Central and Eastern Europe, I have such an emotional and physical reaction. It tears me up inside; it’s so hard for me to explain. It’s so hard for me to put into words.
It’s like it makes me very happy and it makes me very sad and it makes me not quite sure where I belong.
And the fact that I can’t ever seem to write about it properly haunts me, the way these photographs do.