Identity,
Belonging,
Roots,
Memories,
Connections.
Traditions.
Formation.
Harmony.
Wonder of nature.

When I hold my passport I have a strong sense of being at home,back in time to where my memories are still colourful.
When I hold my passport I feel connected to those lovely Aunts and Uncles who used to be young and vibrant and who showed us so much love.
When I hold my passport I remember the Friday fish market where women in black stood at long tables of fish or sat beside buckets of herrings freshly caught selling them for Friday`s dinner.
When I hold my passport I remember the church bells ringing out The Angelus and the May procession to Mother Mary.

There are so many memories all evoked by holding onto the little book.
It is like a key into the past where only the good things happened.