JOSEFA House

If a person lives off his migration, and if, all too often, he is in exile, his existence generally relies, however, on a reference space, on a pivot which comes from a "home" which is a starting point and which sometimes provides guidance, sometimes meaning…

From temporary homes to an eternal home, migrants, we are, migrants we become, in search of a future: "Leave your country..." To recognize oneself migrating, sometimes freely, too often by force, is the condition needed to recognize others in one's own migration and another migration in oneself.

And, in fact, in this way, at the heart of these migrations, at the crossroads, it can be good to experience hospitality. In Brussels, the Josefa House has been trying, since 2012, to invent this challenge for humanity which is the meeting in hospitality, the fruit of our migrations.

In a way, Josefa is a space that invites us, while respecting each freedom, to perceive that our migrations are unique and potentially complementary. Pilgrims, we left the maternal womb, left our family home, for somewhere else, for a foreign land, for a desired house in peace.

On this map of human migrations, the Josefa House, without false naiveté, presents itself as a possible stepping stone where the kind of hospitality one gives is exchanged by the other’s hospitality, whereby each person is mutually enriched while leaving a bit of oneself behind.

Josefa is a place where one can go and talk, where one’s future is enriched beyond our roaming, often devoid of meaning, but supposed to acquire one despite everything, if not for the present, at least, potentially, for future generations.

Crossing the threshold of the Josefa House is, in a way, freely, daring to take the risk to let "die" a little of oneself.

Leaving your home so as to return to it better, stopping there, letting yourself be transformed by our migrations, briefly seen and interconnected. In a way, the Josefa House becomes a space that makes things possible... Listen... Leave your country…