Photography is my private practice where I am the doctor, the patient and the cure. And now I’m in therapy, far from home, in a blue country’s haven. I’m trying to process the doubts, the fears and the inhibitions of a lonely relationship through my feelings and memories. It’s a funeral ceremony where pressing the camera’s button is the painkiller which relieves the painful sound of the feelings. I’ve recognized the despair, the hopelessness and the desire to escape during growing up, now I put my faith into an incubator. This is my story. I can afford the luxury of replaying the old memories once again, so I can go on with my life without burdens. I release you.