“We are continually overflowing toward those who preceded us, toward our origin, and toward those who seemingly come after us. … It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its essence can rise again “invisibly,” inside us. We are the bees of the invisible. We wildly collect the honey of the visible, to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.”

– Rainer Maria Rilke

It’s been a long time since you were last here. Years, in fact. Your uncle and your father are running late and you stand around outside the airport for a while, listening to the strange but ever familiar words of your mother tongue being spoken all around you. …