Five years ago we were traveling with Marcela and Leon to Nicaragua on a trip of a few days. We visited Granada, which sits on the shores of Lake Cocibolca.
Beyond the things that happened during the trip, like the hotel room flooding in the middle of the night due to a torrential rain and other things, today I watched this small video art piece I made on the road.
The video had the ability to teleport me to that Central American route, at that moment in life when we were about to embark on this intense path that led us to Berlin. With a mixture of sensations between nostalgia, anxiety and a calm before the stormy second migration of our lives.