I still remember those people hitting the walls of my house, MY HOUSE, to see if they were hollow.
I still remember the kids we were not me or my sisters,rejoing the cute backyard that was to be his.
I still remember my father when it came to shopping.
I still remember that bright and terrible''2000''for the holidays we buy to the new millennium.
I still remember when I do anything.
I remember.
While drawing, I remember.
And always remember.
That once, that for a damn time.
I felt I had a place.

No hometown. NOT.