Sometimes when we touch.

I had a blast last night, went out with three of the newly arrived exchange students, one from Ireland the other two from the US. When I left home around 9.15 pm I thought I’d only stay for an hour maximum, I came home at 2.30 am, knowing, that wherever we come from, we share some very important things: being together, laughing, having fun, talking about what we believe in, about the places we love back home, about the feeling of being far away from whatever we held close.

I believe.