Ewa Peschke

"The Home I Found" Part IRachel flees from a world that loves her but doesn't know her. From cameras that see everything but the truth. From roles that become more important than her own life. In the countryside, she meets Piotr-a painter who seeks nothing but finds everything. His silence is like balm. His gaze-like light. His home-like the place Rachel didn't know she needed. Something is born between them, not a storm, but peace.
Something that doesn't require a fight, but presence. Something that isn't escape, but a return. "The Home I Found" is a novel about sometimes having to lose yourself to find yourself. About how love doesn't always come loudly. Sometimes it comes like dawn.