The Road to Mazrat Kanaf
The maturation progress doesn't occur in a moment. You can observe it when you come back to a familiar place after a while, and the glance is no longer the same. The naivete is gone. The nostalgia is still there but with it, sneaking into it a sense revulsion and disappointment from the time that passed and left its signs.
As a child the house area seems to be the whole world. When you grow up the perspective changes and the things that seem to be everything become a small negligible part. This process and the disappointment derive from it; the center pushed to the side is the basis of this series.
