A joy

I ate some almond ice cream and moved to Lao.

Farewells

How to get used to constant leaving.
How to get used to all these farewells.
New friends, shared moments, joys and sorrows... brotherhood.
Sometimes I would like to be the one who stays.
But once again I pack my bag, say quickly Hi. And whenever I jump on a new ferry, I'm between past and future and I know that my mind will wonder to the dreams of tomorrow. But same time I will look backwards hoping that we'll meet again, when the time is right, when the time is ready..
And a tear on my eye I'll whisper a message to the winds:

My friend, my dear brother and my beautiful sister!
Sampai jumpa lagi - Untill we meet again!