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  • And the problem, every time in which I am in a station or in an airport saying bye, adieu, arrivederci, we won't see again or at least for a long while, every time I just have the same doubt. Am I staying or am I leaving? It's the person in front of me taking a train to go somewhere else or it's just him going back home and me, leaving again. Basically, I am not moving, but with the simple act of not coming back home, I am staying somewhere that is not my place. And so, every time in which I am in a station it's like if I am leaving again. And for a girl lost somewhere, with not a clear idea about the reason for which I am so far from home, with not a clear idea about how to get back, the departure of anybody becomes a pain.
    And while the person is saying bye with his hand and "please don't cry, it would be so stupid, nobody is obliging you to stay here, jump on the train if it's just a matter of coming back home", while he is thinking all this stuff, I am just small and black, sitting on the bench of a station or of an airport far from my house. Because, once I already said it, it is not my fault and it is just that I got this weird heritage and I have to run away and walk, and go farer and farer, just because is something that I promised me I would have done. No more and, no less. I was 9th and I promised myself, I would have seen the world and I would have chosen my future. And believe me, now that I am actually doing all these things, now I realize how much world I saw while I was just staying at my place.

    Once somebody told me (and he argued having read it from an author or an intellectual or something like this) that if we would put together every step that we have done to go back home, we would have already done the tour of the world. And, I wonder, how many step I haven't done to go back home and what I am waiting for.
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