This album was made in New Orleans, where I've found out that it was not where you lived that was important but where you have been. There is a moment when you’ve moved so often and finally return only to find out that you don’t belong here. And if you don’t belong to where you’re from, you don’t belong anywhere. The good thing is that at the same time you forget what it was you were trying to get away from. Also no house, no car, no personal belongings. Memories are all you have left. And freedom. No useless plastic stuff but songs.