Remember Home
Everyone has roots, roots from the place that felt like home the most. They are not visible, but they are always there.
When first moving to the Netherlands I lost sight of them. I found myself in a situation where home was nowhere anymore, and I was scared everything had changed forever.
I had to go back home to realize that everything was there, waiting for me and changing simultaneously. Everything I loved still loved me back, and all the knowledge from the motherland was sustained.
I made this zine to keep that knowledge alive.