In 1978, my mother took her first solo trip. She was just 16 at the time and traveled from Germany to Formentera.
As a child, I always wanted to hear the stories of that journey. I romanticized the glimpses into the freedoms of the 1970s, the intense friendships, and my mother’s independence.
From her stories, images and emotions began to take shape in my mind, and in a way, these tales became part of my own memories and longings.

This photo series captures a sequence in my mother’s life. A coming-of-age story that perhaps never happened quite like this.