Coming back has been pretty thoug, still I don't manage to keep the rithm of the life. Life is sliding apart, the days are so brightly long but still so short, so empty.

I miss my mountains. I miss the peace I was experiencing over there. I miss the long walks with my guide, the talks made out silence, the perfect rithm for dawn and sunset, for work and prayer, for people and for God.

I'm waiting. Soon the Order will call me back to the source. I feel I can't last much longer, I'm already out of balance