I am not in hurry, no I am not. I also managed to be without a mobile for almost 3 weeks. Last time that happen I was 19. Another lifetime and as I already expressed: “I am not in hurry, no I am not.” But before 2013 I have to travel back to a country that once was one with me, a part of my being, everything belonged to that country:

The *country name*sun,  the *country name* moon, the *country name*sea, the *country name* air, the *country name*soil, the *country name*clouds and mountains, the *country name* coffee but when I left my country, the place where my roots grew deeper but in the sea, didn’t I told you yet?

I am my own tree and I can live wherever the heck I want to, my roots get nourishment from the sky and every time I speak I observe the ascending air bubbles, forget what I want to say because I live in the moment, ascending bubbles and playful sunrays, that is what I call beauty . Ah, the beautiful sky. No, not the *other country name* sky. The same sky, the *countryless* happy sky instead of the twigs trying to stretch to

the sky plead for help stretch stretch and stretched, stretched long enough to reach, grasp and rasp the fluffy pink clouds with a painful scream and for what? After the deafening silence, you know that kind of silence that makes you feel that only when your ears explode you will find inner peace, after that deafening silence you your feelings seem to be like a washed out wave, parts of you sunbathe on the now glistening rocks, humbly accepting the destiny of your being – what is left – Salt. Just another unheard scream captured in the wind. Another part of you returns back to the sea, where you can hear your heartbeat and see the ascending air bubbles, but it is dark now . . .

ascending air bubbles and the *shining*dead*ones* ah, and la luna of course. Anyway. I am not in hurry, no I am not. Not anymore. So,

2013. 2013, before my old passport expires. I will close an involuntarily common bank account or see how I can fix whatever  legal issues *name* has caused and after that I will see how I can salvage my second citizenship. It is possible, I just have to make it happen and then the essence of the*country name*night is mine .. . for few moments, minutes, hours, days until the time comes, the time to return to the*other country*

still live and  enjoy the *countryless* sun, moon, sea and sky.

I am free

That’s it for now ~