I got a few places I call, (and feel like) Home in this World.

Still, Roots are different.

My “original” Home is a multiethnic ex border town, by the Adriatic Sea, with a turbulent rich and interesting past, a turbulent Wind, Bora, and an amazing Beautiful Altopiano, rich of Calcium Rocks, Caves, and Villages.

And a rich Architecture, stylish buildings, modern scientific projects, university, churches of several Religions, and so on. Good mix 🙂

And a rich and chaotic mess of houses, cars, and People.

My “real” Roots belong to the Land, and to my Family, many of whom are dead and gone.

And to my Friends, who I still have many of, old, and new.

I went for my Heart was calling.

I went among other things, because covid had been hard, and I felt with them, and missed them…

For them, and us here, I started the Reconnect project on the net, that still runs.

What I met was a Wonderful Nature, its Sharpness, its Sweetness, its Big Horizon, its Endless Water, its Sun, its Wind, its Fog, my Rocks…

What I met was open Family and open Friends… Time did not matter, Time had only made us older in our Bodies, Spirit was Fresh, Meeting was precious…

Communication was easy, and often very deep, Hugs were good.

I went Home, We exchanged, touched, and kissed.

Silent and talkative Ada…

Coming Wind arrived, and went.

In Gratitude.