Reminiscing with my friends & family in my mother tongue via Skype (they all leave abroad) about our childhood pranks & remembering good old times. Watching young leaves unfurl in spring makes me feel younger & more energetic. In summer, running barefoot on the grass in the wild meadow & chasing grasshoppers takes me back to my early childhood. Late evenings, just before going to bed, looking up at the stars in the garden reminds me of the days gone by, when I went night fishing with my late aunt & cousin. Everyone in my family was still alive then & two wars, heartbreak of leaving everything but the Cat behind, being a refugee in your own country, and then emigrating abroad were still in the future. The past is always there, within reach: all you need is a phone call, a letter, a sight, a smell, a song - and you are back to a younger, innocent, hopeful version of your self.