You can’t give away your homeland. A homeland can give a person away, but it doesn’t work the other way around. I’m on this earth to learn or I don’t know why but I had to learn that. I painted it.
I was rude afterwards and blamed it for the blood running on the red soil between the olive trees. What kind of immature being was I? but at least I’ve freed that frame from my deeds. at the end one keeps only memories, that’s why this frame hangs on the wall, next to other pictures, my wardrobe and window, it might have been a window too somewhere else.
