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!
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A travel diary of a storyteller's journey from Helsinki to Uluru and back
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