Eastern faces of western people. Reminders of home. The strange feeling that accompanied the realisations of similarities. Still they crossed her mind. Made her smile. But not sad. Homesick. Although, she felt alone. Truly alone. Fifteen days to go. Only six had passed. Ups and downs merging continuously. For now, she was fine. Well, as fine as one can be in a lonely place...

(Written 24th March 07 - Japan)