The return was horrible.

Work started the day after my landing without giving me any chance to get used to it.

The jet lag killed me, I sleeped 4 hours for this entire week, and several causes of stress added up all toghether.

Fortunately, the week ended with a success at work, and work is so important to me cause it proves myself every day that I can do good things, giving me a lot of satisfactions.

However, when I close my eyes, at night, I still think to her like I did before leaving.

But there is something different.
This time, I feel that I really want to leave it all behind.
I fall asleep listening Andy Tubman’s Lullaby.