Now as our stay is coming to an end I
am thinking more and more about the people and the place where we
are. This is not a permanent home. Not for me, not for them. Still
when I look around, this has really felt like a home the last few
months.
My uncle and my cousin left a few days
ago. And I miss them very much, I always had interesting discussions
with one of them, and the other taught me how to drive a motorbike in
the desert. When they left it made me think about this place without
these people. What makes an area and a territory to a place? If it is
just the people couldn't you then make a home out of anything? How
different would this territory be if someone else lived here?
People all around the world create
places by building a life around the resources available. Sometimes
there are more and sometimes there are less. People use what they
have, and after a while the stories and the memories will be attached
to a piece of land. Still this place in the desert isn't any ones
home. I hope that the Saharawis' will get their country back. At the
same time I must say how much I admire them and their accomplishments
in making these refugee camps a home. When we leave in two weeks I
will not only miss the people, and my family but I will miss my
home.
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