My days in the camp were like a slow song. They were nice.

I’m sitting at a table in my cottage N11.

Listening to Mitski – Two Slow Dancers.

Everything makes more sense from a distance. So I need to go back to Tbilisi and look at these days from afar. But the fact that I’ll miss it is a fact already.

It’s so easy to stay in your own bubble. You become lazy and unmotivated. You don’t even want to look outside. But sometimes you get a chance to travel somewhere new, meet new people from your generation and find out, they are just like you and you fit with them like a piece of a puzzle.

You’d have never guessed you were just a piece before meeting them.

Really hope to meet other puzzles somewhere in the future.

But now I need to go back to Tbilisi and continue editing my book.

Safe.

knowing for a fact, that all over the world, people my age are sitting in their rooms, writing and dreaming.

Just like me.