A Zona Morta
Yes, I miss it, too. I must confess. But I don't know what it would be if I had it again. If I would be pleased, happy, trapped or confused.
I'm only certain of one thing: have to move. Five years are enough in this rainy island, or any place I set my life on. I want to remeber what it feels like being anonymous, where people don't speak my language and streets are unknown.
It thrills me, but it's hard to take a decision: where to go? Do they accept cats?
