Istanbul, III

When this afternoon my boss said to me “We have finished, we return to home!”, I replied sad “Which home?”.

Why should I come back? Home is where you feel good, so why I have to return?

Before to come here, I promised to come back, and close some old commitments. I like to think to be a man of honor.

In March there will be a chance to return here, I will not have commitments anymore, and the ticket, it could become one-way.

Tonight I would have to write more, but now it is almost 2.00 A.M., until recently I was busy for work and now I’m very, very tired.