Dear M,

Dear M,

this time, I'm not trying to be better than you, this game is over, because I still remember, as you said, that you were born in Germany, but you have never been to Europe, so I came here to shout is from the rooftop, that I'm so jelaous of you, becase you got the biggest windows of your life, of course with the most beautiful Alpine panorama ever, and you still complain, fighting with questions like "where is my home?" or "am I on the right way?", but I can tell you, you will understand everything as soon as you head back to the mountains, all the hills will be soft pillows for you, you will understand everything what they wanted to keep in secret, your lips will wisper foreign words, your eyes will see miracles, an you will know that I've been waiting for you in Europe ...