Dsplaced is an exploration of the human belonging - to a city, a country or even oneself. Through voluntary submissions, Displaced illuminates a universal palette of emotions that individuals often spend a lifetime trying to decipher. But most importantly, Dsplaced is an experiment in collective storytelling - and it is our fervent hope that you will become a part of this mosaic. The web is our chosen platform for this expression. We know no other way that will allow us to create a place that overtime will build itself into a rich tapestry of personal stories.
We all got lost. The day we got on that plane or that train. Our addresses were renewed. Timezones changed. Hairstyles upgraded. Languages Adopted. Some of us got lost in transition. While some of us found ourselves on the way. At some point or another, we have all been through that momentary lapse where we have woken up in a strange room looking up to a strange ceiling, hearing strange voices around us. Because often, we have ended up in Detroit instead of New York or Mombasa instead of Cairo. Because often, we have had to leave our countries - by choice or by force. And mostly because, if we haven’t been dsplaced, then we haven’t really lived.
Email us your dsplaced stories: dsplaced@gmail.com - Jinal Shah & Mansi Trivedi
I spent way too many nights at Villa Pizza when I was growing up. The courtyard outside the Villa was where everyone would meet up to figure out where we were going that night. 17 years since I had been there, the same guys were there running it last night, and recognized us immediately.
It was weird seeing my old neighborhood, that I had not returned to in over 15 years. The house I grew up in, the places I used to hang out, everything was so familiar but has changed to much.
