I fly towards the sun mountain and the sea and I land in Madrid.
I see some unrecognized faces
The journey seems so long.I saw one of the most illuminated cities I have ever seen.
Salamanca by night quiet and gentle.
I try to be more connected and present. Sometimes there is an interesting opportunity to talk and share a conversation.
Kholoud is not here there is an empty bed in my room I asleep part of the night in my bed and the rest of the night on the other bed to fill the void.
We are going to Alberca. I feel happy. In our war there I seat near Mehrzad. He is from my land and sharing an experience like this is so precious to me. We talked about Iran on our to Alberca. Meanwhile we were stunned by the cows and the trees and puddles. The shape of the trees are alienating. We arrived to Alberca and I saw the magic.
There I found an union between rolling stone and medieval era in a little theatre in the town.
The presentation day. Two people could not join us for the visa problem.
Two people are missing.
Two artists could not join us for the visa problem.
Two people could not join us for the visa problem. I think I know this.