This picture represents a Saxon village, this would be where my parents were born. One returned to live there for many years afterwards, and one never saw his homeland. In their own ways they miss the land and the people.
I know that my father who has less ties to Transylvania isn't certain he wants to go back, but he still speaks fondly of the place he was born. My mother and her family returned to Transylvania until she was thirteen, and then they left. The land left an indelible mark on her. She misses what she had and never really said goodbye to the land she loved. She left behind friends and family. In many ways, her longing to move closer to her mother might have something to do with her unspoken wish to return to her homeland.
Because they were Germans, and are Germans, it affected her personality, she is hard to decipher and family is all consuming for her. She seems angry at times about life, and expects everything from everyone. My father is different, loves where his lives, and won't move for the life of him. He loves his family and adventures that he can take them on here. Never, ever on a plane. A boat perhaps, plane no.
Whatever the reason, they both love Transylvania, and when there is even a small piece of information going on in Romania, they rip it apart trying to get more information. They are out of the land they loved, but still very much drawn to it.