Crossing the Oder river, the natural border between Poland and Germany, I am repeatedly confronted with the experience of movement and the way it has shaped my identity.
Born in Poland and later emigrating to Germany, this passage is never merely geographical for me. It is charged with personal memory, and belonging.
And yet the image does not belong to me alone. What for one person may hold the trace of displacement, longing, or return, may for another remain simply a stretch of water, a line in the landscape, a view glimpsed from a train window.
“Oder” lingers in this unstable space, where landscape becomes memory and passing becomes a form of return.
