Now, almost twenty years later, I still have not returned, having spent in the meantime more years abroad than in my home country. It was simply me admitting my powerlessness in the face of something which was never in my possession: moments; moments that I conventionally refer to as “my moments.” When I see the face of someone, I do not think of what it symbolises, but only of the specific person or, maybe of that person at the given place and/or point in time.