They told me they came from a distant land
Where nothing was the same and everything was different.
Beautiful. Spectacular.
The people there spoke a strange language and lived a way of life as if they were on another planet or in another time of history.
The terrain was wild, with mountains and lakes.
I wanted to go there but they told me:
‘Whatever you do, don’t go on your own, when you go come with us’
But they never went home.
They loved their country but only at a distance.
It was a place in their minds.
Something created from reminiscences.
I got impatient.
One day I left, all my wordly belongings on my back.
They stood there and watched me as I went.
I told them that I couldn’t live anymore in the country of my birth
I was suffocating I said. Bored. I needed to depart.
They looked at me in silence.
‘You will regret this!’ they said.
Regret?
Of living in a place I knew too well.
Regret ……
Taking chances?