The one image that would be the key to everything, one’s identity, past, parents, exists only in our mind. History has destroyed it forever. Still, the search for it makes something visible: Nature, which still provides a framework for the old hometown, the substance of buildings still inscribed with traces of past suffering, new life that appropriates childhood homes and even – a moment of relief – a comedic miniature at the hairdresser’s.

Lukas Foerster