Recently, I have visited place where I was born where my childhood
had place and where most of importnat events happened.
Now, coming back each 6 months brings different thoughts,
ideas and the feeling about the place itself. With time people get familiar
with things they meet in everyday life (place of living),
they change and in the meantime childhood place goes throught transforms also.
Room that was place a hiding place from world as a teenager now is a pantry,
where the coolness of the walls does not look familiar any longer.
Beloved place becomes something without any feeling at all.
Where coolness and reality are going throught spin killing romantic vision of the place.
