I am not ready to go. I said this to a friend today, when she asked me about my impending trip on Thursday morning. I realised that ever since I came to the UK (in 1992) that this has been the shortest distance between my journeys to Croatia & Bosnia – it has been four months since my last visit. I don't miss IT and I don't feel nostalgic. My friend said it is more real in this way, and it rang true allthough I can't quite put it into words. So, what happens when the cloud of nostalgia disappears, are we left with 'just' a country, without the mystic or nostalgic or mythical air that we insert into those spaces and places. Even though I am going for a specific project, I am still going 'back home'. And being back is part of the dialogue, with the land, with the people I meet, with the culture and with the space I will inhabit for a bit more then a month. My equipment is ready, my camera packed, films bought, and yet I don't feel ready for exposure.
