There is a country, other than the one I currently live in, that I hold dear. It's the country where I grew up. Luxembourg.
There's a strange feeling that I have when I return there. Every time I see something changed, I feel disappointment. Regardless if the changes are for the best (which I don't think, anyway) I'd like it to remain the same as when I left. Seing the once bare fields filled with ultra-modern malls brings a frown to my face. And what about you? How do you feel when the place where you grew up changes?
I came here, having in mind to photograph this place, the things I feel here. But right now, I feel the emergency to do it. Because if I wait another 10 or even 2 years it will be less the place I used to know.