I have been writing  small letters to you when you  was working on the north. I was 10 or 11, still ver small and childish while my classmates started to grow up and pretend to be serious. 

I took really small peaces of squared paper from my school notebook and wrote one sentence to each of them. I wrote something that only someone who felt really loved and safe could write. Something that can be written only by a child, like: «do you remember us playing bears in a snow?» , «please, bring me a pine cone», «say hello form me to northern deers».  I hided this small letters into different corners of your bag  so you find them only when you be on the other side of the country. One after another – one in your sweater, one in a book, the second in the pocket with documents.  I was afraid that you feel lonely there, so it was my vision of facebook which didn’t exist back then.  And you found then, brought me pine cones and said hello to deers and bears, seems that we were friends. 

And6 after some years, you packed your bags again and you disappeared.  No-one of us cares if the other feels lonely anymore