when one ~egins to search for the crucial, the defini-tive moment, the moment which changed all others, one finds one-self pressing, in great p~in, through a maze of false signals and abruptly locking doors. My flight may, indeed, have begun that summer-which does no~ tell me where to find the germ of the di-lemma which resolved its1If, that summer, into flight. Of course, it is somewhere before me, lpcked in that reflection I am watching in the window as the night domes down outside. It is trapped in the room with me, always haf been, and always will be, and it is yet more foreign to me than those foreign hills outside.
The question of "Where is Home?" is, to me, not the physical aspect but a feeling or a person. He says "... it is somewhere before me, locked in that reflection..." yes he is taking about pain but home can be within yourself. Many people will say that they have been a crowded room but feel totally alone. Home is where you can be who you are as a person. That includes pain, happiness, sadness, or an overwhelming sense of calm. He talks about how his pain "...resolved itself, that summer..." That gives me a sense of him finding himself. You can't find yourself in the world if you don't feel at peace with it. He also mentions "... it is trapped in the room, always has been..." This is him accepting what he is living with and thus, one step closer to home.