The feeling is deep. It is there. I have to feel it because it is inside me. It is overpowering, like a fire spreading, quickly, very quickly. I remember how it was for another person, someone that I loved very dearly, over 25 years ago. She never recovered from the experience and here I am, going through something very similar. It is horrible, the feeling of not having a home, knowing that perhaps I never will again, not in this country anyway. I think about it day and night, night and day. I want to get rid of it as if it were a bug, one of those pesky bugs and cockroaches that I have been living with for the past 9 months.





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