After wandering aimlessly for some time through other countries, I almost forget who I am, I can neither remember the atmosphere nor the landscape, let alone the people around me. I doubt that I am myself, I convince myself that I am not. I have never believed that we are complete in ourselves, the surrounding milieu is surely also part of us. Therefore our souls (and even perhaps our bodies) must vary according to the countries in which we live. That is why I hate it when someone I admire goes away, leaving me with the fear of their return, and when I wait at the station for a friend who has been absent for some months, a great confusion grips me when I see him, I stutter and stammer, barely able to bring myself to address him as 'tu' as I used to do before.