Coming Backs / by Agata Lenczewska-Madsen


I'm anxious about coming back. It's always like the coming back is filled with longing. You are coming back only to long after it again. Maybe that's why I am using a foreign language to describe it - to protect myself from longing even more. I am distancing myself from this very private feeling. 

I am sitting in my new house, in my new room where I am able to work, and thinking about filling the wall with pictures. Of my hometown.