Homecoming comes, arising the most of my hatred for everything and everyone, except my few buddies.
The moment I realized in your worst time, only family cared about you. The moment I realized no one loved you more than your family and nothing was more important than your family. The moment I realized everything in this country – all the friends I made, all the love I thought I had – was just an episode passing by in my life and did not mean anything anymore. The moment I realized what was real and eternal.
That was the moment I decided to go back home and nothing could change that.
When the flood hit Etown the week after Labor day, I had the chance to enjoy a slow, relaxing day, in which the highlights were the conversations with my few friends at the lunch table.
4 days in New York City, to witness the glamour, taste regrets and moved by trust.
The first piece about my last year in the U.S.