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Longing is a state that has accompanied me since I can remember. Every situation that happens to me becomes an incentive to run away. There - elsewhere is safer, calmer, better. Once I'm there, I have a desire to go back again. When I was a boy, every summer my grandmother and I would go to the countryside. There was a big stone by the road. The eye could see it, but for me it was a galactic distance. The stuffy smell of tomatoes in the greenhouse is probably the most intense I know. Beneath this clock of trees and flowers I dreamed of the future. Time passed slower than in the city. …