Identity

Terra Kundu means red earth. Not just any earth. But earth that sticks. That gets under your nails and refuses to let go, even when you no longer walk on it. Red earth is memory. It is origin. It is something you carry, whether you want to or not. My mother, Julia, left Angola at the end of the 1980s. She fled a war that consumed everything that was supposed to be safe. Her childhood was overtaken by violence. Her future became uncertain. Leaving was not a choice made out of