Life becomes temporary..Switching from one country to another..Getting something and losing something else..temporary stay, temporary neighbourhood, temporary job..Everything is coming to your life and then leaving it..And every time I have to start it all over again.. from the beginning..

This city suddenly becomes strange..Riding in the car through dark half-empty streets, listening to this sad music.. One more life offcut is over.. Life is measured by these offcuts now..How many people I've met, how many of them are left behind..Time passes and somebody is leaving, or I'm leaving and we are anywhere in the world now, but not nearby..Geography and distances..