the first knowledge of our existence that bounds all human beings (and all the other animals) is to know that we come from other places. We are a result, a sample of transformation, mutation, change over the years. The memories that I bring of the place where I come from are the people, the landscapes, the sea breath, all the moments that can fit in such sweet pieces of paper such as postcards. It’s clear in my head how these moments are really part of my postcode. why? because without them I wouldn’t know where I came from. I wouldn’t have the experience of becoming real… becoming myself.