Be'er Milka. A diamond in the desert

Maybe the place taught me something about myself, my life, my memories. I come often to places, where someone, a person is needed, to get simply stuff done … and when its time to go and everything is finished and I allowed myself to open up to the place, the people, the rhythm, the melody, the life … I get send off … so often with a funny, awkward after taste of something bitterly wrong.

Please, don't let the farm turn out to have this awkward bad after taste. Don't let it turn into something heavy that pressures my chest ... like the 'war Like' moth you projected on my shirt, grapping on to me, ready for attac. Messing around with a moment of joy and beauty in my life.

... bringing me back to another moment with the same kind of moth ... being back in Sri Lanka ...