Only somehow, all came different: in a columbus-like confusion of continents I ended up disembarking on the mirrory beaches, the sunny fringes, the palm-tree lined limits, not of those enchanted far away nation-islands, but of that vast, impenetrable continent just a little south of where I am from.
A landmass endowed with rich, untapped sources of minerals, cradle of humanity, ...dark land, heart land -the next time around won't be by hazard.
That bitter taste of regret that traversed me when leaving won't leave me. And although I tell myself that a little sadness is only good for the heart, that dark, figurative magnet at the centre of that immense land mass had me departing with one thought only which my mind still replays: ...when can I go back?
