2months and 12 days…72 days I walk breathe speak play read love in a different city in which I’m looking for shelters, little oasis of serenity in which have a seat and to feel a little bit protected like being at home…and the question “where is home?” become “what’s home?”

One bed in which feel like in a dog’s bed when we don’t feel good or in which throw ourselves on when we are too tired to do anything else…one kitchen in which cook something good for a lot of new friends, maybe too much to be hosted in it…friends everywhere even seat down on the shelves!!! One bathroom in which clean up tiredness accumulated and to look our little faces in a mirror that sometimes is too honest and reflect every little wrinkles created by all parties made and lived…but it past…or Home are people fill up all our rooms and other too…people who give a sense to all our days simply telling us little pieces of their personal worlds, problems, solutions that together can be found, laughs and tears shared…home…language at this moment doesn’t means home…or maybe is like be again children and be afraid not be able to explain our feelings and fears, but also curiosity about associate names to objects so they’ll become more ours, like to give names to our pets…language that cherish that scold, take care of us and love us…and we return it with a pleasant effort which will help us to sleep better under the new blankets of our new bed…who knows for how long this bed will be our home? And who knows what city will welcome us in the future? Questions without answers…what a lucky! Good steps…