If you walk late at night on the streets of your city, relive the feeling that perhaps in the end you know I never will forget. Of which you hardly can do without, in your moments of weakness. Happy memories resurface, sometimes overwhelmed by those who do more harm, but they are good or bad, eventually, accept them anyway, because when you walk through the streets of your city, late at night, is also a bit 'well being a bit 'of evil.
If you walk late at night on the streets of a city that is not yours, maybe hundreds of miles from home, perhaps in a foreign country .. Well, things change. Do you find yourself with the head of everything else to where you could imagine. Stay with the blank stare for a moment longer than expected, savoring every inch of this "new personal world" in front of you. Each square is a discovery and every street a promise, every local open a new adventure. Maybe you support the old stone wall that borders the lake, and watch the skyline in front of you, unable to distinguish what the day seemed so clear.
Look at the buildings, and begin to understand even though you're the one who told your friend a few days before: enter the perspective of the Dweller of the place, and you can even feel safe in saying that this or that building were built after the war, while other one is definitely above.
In other words, certain thoughts do not touch you, when you walk in a city that is not yours: not sure why things are not bad, you know, but far from home you have the awareness that the plane would ridecollare, perhaps with a few pieces, from where it crashed the first time.
You feel a bit 'part of town, late at night when you walk through its streets.
Although he speaks a different language.
