I grew up in Armenia, among mountains, nature and many colours. That landscape has stayed with me to this day, even though I have left my homeland. I remember the mountains, the light, the sunrises and sunsets, the change from day to night.
For me, home is not just a country or a particular place. I do not feel bound to one country. Still, there is that one place where you were born, learned your first language and where your first memories were formed. That homeland can be left behind, but you cannot simply take it out of yourself.
When I came to Germany, a new life began for me. A new language, a different mentality and a new society. The language in particular gave me for a long time the feeling of not really belonging. You are in one place and at the same time still far away inside. Over time you get to know people, find your own place and feel more like part of society again. But the memories of one's own origins remain.