I have known different places, built a career, and moved through many seasons of life. Some things were left behind; others continued to travel with me through time.
For years, I lived between departures and returns, between two cities that constantly called me in opposite directions — one I considered home, the other that never stopped demanding my presence.
Along the way, I accumulated tensions, conflicts, and a weight that left deep marks. Writing became the only way I found to give shape to those experiences, to ease a restlessness that would not fade, and to preserve the traces of the choices I had made.
This space gathers stories, reflections, and fragments of a real journey.
The rest belongs to those who read.
Fulvio Kostas
