Europe Day 3: Salzburg
Searching for the (un)-familiar
But maybe the reason Salzburg had me in a pensive state was because it was the first fully foreign city on this trip. After years in which the unknown was kept at a distance outside one’s walls, here I was walking the streets of a city in which I did not speak the language nor know anyone.
And despite this, I kept on searching for the familiar, comparing what I walked past to my birth city (ok not the fountains so much, Sarajevo is not big on those). It is like I didn’t want to accept how foreign it was, less I become unrecognisable in it. Maybe it was the subconscious discomfort of the city’s possibilities. I could be anyone here, but had I forgotten how to do that?
So, if you grant me a Carrie Bradshaw moment: Walking back through the evening streets I began to wonder: maybe it wasn’t Salzburg that was making me ambivalent; it was me.
