I want to go home!

Yes. I want to go home. Even now that I don’t have a home, I want to go home.

I want to feel safe and protected. And I need my own stuff in my house.

I want the kind of life I know. The super markets I know, the bookstores I know. I want specific prices, not bargain all day.

I need to wear my clothes. I need a teacher to teach me the language. I am angry, very angry. And tired.

I am “homeless” almost two years now. What shall I do?

I need to cook to my own kitchen, to use my own bathroom, to leave my clothes on the floor.

Want to go home. I WANT TO GO HOME!

But I don’t have a home.

I want to scream, but I can’t. I want to dance, but I can’t. I want to wake up late, but I can’t.

I want my life. The life as I know it. My life. According to my way.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

I WANT MY LIFE!

I want to go to the gym, to the swimming pool, to the cinema, to the theatre.

I need to wear my clothes again. MY clothes, not “the proper clothes for the country”.

I want to continue my life as before. I WANT MY LIFE BACK.

I WANT TO GO HOME!

ET phone home…

ET phone home…

This is Rara calling…

This is a delirium, I know, but I need to scream. I need someone to hear me.

OH, NO! THIS IS NOT FAIR FOR MY FRIENDS. This is not fair for all these persons that are always ready to hear and to help me.

Mr. Winter is always here when I need him, Hwba too, Gulliver hears me always, Iman too. Foxy arrange everything for me. And my Wonderful Prince Omar suffers when I suffer. 

Isn’t it GOOD LUCK?

PS I <3 all!