“Can’t breathe properly” I complained to my father. My skin itching and burning red, rashes developing on my entire body. It was the day I was supposed to travel, meant to travel back to the city where it all begin.
“You want to visit a doctor? You can postpone your trip.” he suggested.
“No!” I denied. After all, I couldn’t afford to do that. To miss the chance of inhaling that nostalgic air, to travel that distorted path from where it all begin. The place where I lived it and saw it all. The isle of friendship, the sense of independence, the ilm of freedom, the irony of love, the glee of betrayal, the mending of heartbreak, unwarranted awards, levying probation… name it and it’s there. Continue reading