In the middle of the atlantic, a part of me was left behind.

As a multiple passport holder, and multi-lingual individual, I represent what many people of my generation are or will become; a transnational person in a globalizing world. When I moved to the Netherlands at the age of seventeen, I began to question my identity and sense of place. Through travel and photography, I seek what I thought I had lost, and retrace my family’s former homelands and the numerous migrations they undertook.

Diving into this personal history, it became clear that the journeys of my ancestors were forced ones: due to (rising) anti-semitism they were persecuted or expelled because of the fact that they were Jewish. These photographs are of the places that my family and I used to call home as well as where we live today; Utrecht, Curaçao, Sevilla, Morón de La Frontera, Warsaw and Krakow. What is revealed is a growing awareness of how the history of a place seeps through the cracks of time, becoming part of my identity.

Rachel Morón