I had to say one more goodbye in my life. Relocation at my job was the reason this time…

The last day at my work at Piraeus' harbor and as I walked from the parking lot to the office I watched these entire familiar to me buildings, people, ships, the smell of the harbor, the noise from the travelers who were ready to board on the ships.

Whatever I met at this last walk reminded something to me.

Senses… feelings… whatever you haven't understood that gives you an impression but when the time comes and you are going to miss it you realize that was there… at your heart and you will lose it.

Why this must happen to me all the time?

What is this curse that dominates my life?

I have born in an island, a small island at the Aegean Sea, close to the borders between Greece and Turkey. I spent there most of the years of my youth.
During summer, life in an island is life in paradise but during winter everything changes.
Summer times brings the warm weather, the blue calm Mediterranean Sea, the happy faces who enjoy the beautiful beaches but after that winter comes and the weather getting cold, the sea gets a dark blue color and its calm surface does not exist anymore. Huge waves ram the beaches and even the communication with the mainland is not available every day. You are forced to miss essential and necessary food and health supplements.

During those winter times I thought that I was alone... locked in a small place and I needed to go somewhere else.
I wished to have wings to fly… to pass this huge sea… to go closer to the civilization… to be part of the crowded places.

At times like that, I decided that I would not stay at my island for ever. I wanted to travel… to get experiences… to see the world… to live at the big city.

That time came at my 17th year of my life. I had finished the high school and I got married immediately after the graduation. I had to leave my island.
A life in the big city… that was amazing…a miracle to my eyes.

My wings were strong enough to help me fly.