When you go away to travel/wonder/live in another country you find new things and lose old ones- see them from the distance and realize that they are not what you had look them for. You become an infusion of the cultures and places passed through. In one sense you are drunk with happiness to leave those places. You feel that all the doors are open, yet on the other hand you experience sadness for losing your roots, knowing that there is no place to go back to. When you are then on the move, you may find that stopping become difficult. Even when returning to a place, that place will always change, with always a need to discover again. One could stay anywhere or then nowhere. And then again staying nomadically always in movement- you have left, but not yet arrived. It well may seem that this… way of living is the most natural state of being. Be it one way or the other it is certain that the experience of living a life of constant flux and movement enriches life. Yet with out doubt, this aquires its sacrifices. This leaving both a bitter and sweet taste of experience.

- Peatus/Stopover, Tallinn, 2008