THANKS A LOT
My Purified Sighs I remember the first time I arrived in Belgium as a pilgrim seeking for the shining star in a huge desert. I arrived into a new world, in the beginning strength, confusing, pathetic, cold and frivolous, at the same time I had another world inside of my myself filled with desperation, anxiety and fear and with many unforgettable reminiscences: that warm atmosphere of my family, the heedfulness of my friends and the iridescence of my generous country. Two worlds! A dichotomous life! I remember those hours in my room when I was perplexed, pensive and skeptical, the most important things I did were to read, to cry and to bring into my mind some old memories of my short past. The days were passing arrogantly and petulantly while the sun was trying to break through those dark clouds of sadness which inebriated the window of my mind. At that time I was in Morzeke for one month, and then I had to move to Knesselare. I was not with my group, I was waiting for them (the other