“Each time I arrive in the late hours, somewhere between day and night. The damp air covers my face,
warms up my body and makes my muscles relax as I step out of the Karachi airport.
Despite the nightly hour, driving up to city, everywhere you look, somebody somehow is there.
A city alive 24/7.
I settle in my room and after a jet-lagged nap step out and see the birds. I get an innate sense of home. Of feeling I belong here.
As the crows swoosh around among their flock, I wonder if birds are just like people too. At dawn they leave the tree where they rest and sleep at night – flying out, eating bugs, creating fascinating patterns that resemble a dance. Yet each time returning and settling back into the tree.
I feel like these birds.
Always flying out, yet each time returning. But where exactly is it that I return to?
Karachi or Antwerp?
Could it be both? “