The way Suddenly, waking up in a cold, humid and hazy morning of that uncertain spring that was still reluctant to flourish, I understood the empty sensation I was feeling for some time. I didn’t lack any sort of career or success. Nor money or a better car. Not nice furniture or new trendy clothes. I missed the warm smell of the hay laying in the sun, wearing shorts in a limpid hot day. The deep silence af a oak forest. I missed the faraway cowbells ringing and the deep and comforting voices of my people. The butter and honey on a slice of rye bread. I missed all the old, obvious, things that I used to consider normal and boring and had been erased by time. Slowly, silently, replaced by new, trendy and cool needs. How obvious all those things were once, how impossible to reach they look now. And I wondered when, along the path, somehow, I missed the way.