There is a song called Far Away from Home, if I remember correctly.
So I went to the village of my birth. Since I have not been there for more than 15 years, everything seems unfamiliar to me. And a lot of things changed. So did the local people.
I was standing at the crossing road, trying to find someone I knew. Cars went passingby, and people too, but not my people. I was a little disappointed. As I tried to recall the picture of my house and the river in front, I found myself lost suddenly.
Is this the real place where I lived for almost ten years? I just did not feel anything. Tall buildings and modern roads. No, I told myself, my village had forever gone. It shall live in my memory till the day I leave this world.