When I was 8 years old, my family and I moved to Taiwan. At the time, long-distance phone calls to Europe were very expensive and a luxury reserved for special occasions. Instead, my mom would write letters to my grandparents back in Germany every single week. And wherever we would travel to, she’d also send them a postcard, so that they’d know we were fine. I wanted to send them postcards as well, but my parents thought it was silly and a waste of postage. Since they always bought a couple of cards from each place we’d visit, I decided I would write one to myself instead, without mailing it, of course. This became a habit of mine for the next 20 years. We moved around a lot and traveled all over the world. The following set of photos represent a selection of postcards I wrote to myself from 1983 to 1996.