Piran emerges as a meeting point between urban fabric and sea. At its centre, Tartini Square appears as an extension of the waterfront, as if the sea itself had become urbanised; the arc of the elliptical pavement recalls a wave entering the town. The monument to Giuseppe Tartini gives symbolic focus to the square, embodying the cultural identity and historical memory of Piran. Positioned along the axis between sea and town, it appears almost to float between them, mediating between civic space and the maritime horizon.

From the elevated viewpoint, the topography of the town is revealed through cascading roofs and streets descending toward the harbour, emphasising Piran’s adaptation to the hillside and its dense Mediterranean urban character. Although absent from view, St. George's Parish Church remains implicitly present behind the observer. The church anchors the perspective and recalls the historical role of religious authority overlooking both civic and maritime life.

In the background, the Istrian Peninsula defines the distant horizon, framing the town between the sea and the wider landscape of the Adriatic, while recalling the maritime and commercial routes that long connected Piran to the coastal towns of Istria and the Venetian world.

It's my home, it's my kitchen, no light.

The Mediterranean splendor enters anyway and however.

Fotografía digital toma directa. EDDMC (El Desorden De Mi Cama) 

Eligo la cama porque lo considero un espacio dentro del espacio. Su forma rectangular me remite a perímetro delineado donde circula mi existencia de manera cotidiana y recurrente. La cama como territorio íntimo que da cuenta de una existencia pasajera.  

Physical experiences shape the way beings perceive the tangible terrene, and their sense of belonging arises from the memories brought along. A single place, in its essence, might be apodictic. But when shaped through an individual's perception, it is incomparably idiosyncratic. In this context, crossing into others' bubbles of reality elevates one's level of consciousness.

Home, stripped from every notion outside of its door when it’s shut, is what each individual finds within, carries along, and cultivates throughout their journey. Therefore, the concept of location is futile. Be that as it may, the impact of the whereabouts of individuals molds their persona irreversibly through acquired memories.

The shelter I currently live under is the one I call second place. As an individual in a state of foreignness for years, I have this second apartment that made me a different person and started a new chapter in my life. It is a new neighborhood, a new phase in my story.

I lived in an apartment for four years in a foreign country, and then I had to change my home and leave behind my first discoveries and initial stories throughout my journey. Then I relocated and realized I relocated my sense of belonging once more, this time by being more settled, experienced, resilient, and mature as I raised myself and thrived within my sense of belonging.

Every day I wake up seeing outside through my balcony door in every form when it is sunny or gloomy. I look at the books that I consider as the objects that provide me the feeling of growing roots inside of me more and more, day by day. Then, I look at the plants that I take care of that evoke as I take care of the roots inside me, every day with new challenges still growing and evolving. That is how I give myself a momentary pause before I get into the unknown challenges daily, and no matter what stage my emotions or concerns are at, to show off my gratitude to myself and my shelter as my second place, my sanctuary.