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I don’t know any more about any right or wrong things.

But when I came back, the way I live seemed to me the only right way to live my life.

I knew that probably I was wrong.

But.

I came back from the country that I m fascinated with. I came back speaking language which I like. I came back from the man which I love. They presented me book in Italian in the plane which I will read. I made the last evening for Hasan and first dinner for my family whole together. I mean – whole together at the table talking. I was talking with my sister. I m – the fuck – reading about Allesandro II now and listening to Beethoven. Tomorrow the person ehich I dear as my friend will come to my place.

And may be that’s the fuck right.

In the last night at 4 a.m I opened my eyes. I got up and climbed the stair to the roof. Birds made me deaf. I was watching at the medditerrian sea from the up and from the morning. I will come back – I told calmly to myself. Even if one day I curse all this. That was fresh and too early even to reflect.

I climbed back. Where have u been, he asked not opening his eyes. He hugged me and fell in sleep. I was listening to morning. And every time I was trying to move his hands on my head on my shoulder immediately stopped me and tighed me stronger. I was listening to fresh morning feeling all the warm of the body next to mine.

i give myself. i can argue and shout about it as much as i want. but i give myself.