Places of Desire
I have a notion in my life that I call Places of Desire, or in German Sehnsuchtsorte. I refer the term to those places I have come to love on a level that I myself can hardly grasp. It is reserved for the places that have provided me with a sense of coming home to a strange city; the places that have given me beauty beyond belief. Places where I encountered the most amazing people and have learned the most things about the inner workings of this world. They are the places that inexplicably have touched upon a place in my soul that I didn’t know existed, each of them a different one. They are not a rational phenomenon, they are the embodiment of all that love means to me. Places of Desire are what gives me drive and strength, for whenever I think about them I know that if such inner and outer beauty exists, the world can’t be all bad. They are the places that I always miss, in every moment of my life, and in the craving that I have for them lies the seed of my ambitions to make the world a better place. They provide me with my idealism and they remind me of my love for life. They are my most concrete, most tangible, most important ideals. They make me who I am, because they are my home abroad, my Sehnsucht at home.
I have four of these places: Krakow in Poland, Mostar in Bosnia and Hercegovina, and Istanbul in Turkey, and Gdańsk in Poland. Below you find a collection on all the posts I have written about them. Reading them, you may understand better the immense value they have for me. Tell me in the comment section about your places of desire and the reason why you love them so much!