It’s been four years since I moved from Croatia to Scotland and my time here has been a roller-coaster of identity crises. I felt like a native and a stranger in both countries; welcomed and rejected at the same time. It wasn’t until I discovered the term “third culture” that I began to comprehend what was happening to me. To make sense of it all, I got behind a camera and collected moving images of my everyday surroundings here and there. The foggy memories, long distance phone calls and lonely attempts at poetry came together in search of the warmth I lost and gained when moving countries.