Sometimes the sky above us is open.

Sarah Grethe



The work seeks an examination of the concept of home. I accompany my mother's return to the place where she grew up: a farm in southern Germany.

We searched for the past in the present. In the confrontation of an idealizing view and the distance from the actual place today, tensions between familiarity and strangeness, constancy and change become visible. They demonstrate how home and origin can be both supportive and constricting.

The title refers to a quote from a letter my mother sent to her parents in 1999. When she found it again while doing research for the project, she couldn't believe what she had written then. Narratives of a time that will never return like this emerged.

How does home change for a person when she hasn't lived there for a long time? And when she returns?

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