120313–Memories and that place called home.
by Irina Bernebring Journiette
We sat outside under the red blossoms tonight and for the first time spoke about going home. “It’s already come to this,” I thought. That moment when you realize that this soon shall end. This fascinating thing and truth that everything that begins soon will end again. But then I remembered how it seems like each end is just a new beginning. The dynamic process of creating our own bearable existence. And then the happy memories: Before take off to Saudi I invited women in my life that I love to come drink and dance one night with me. Today I found hazy and dizzy memories in my camera.