This is a little love story. I didn't appreciate Vilnius
growing up. I first left for a summer when I was 18 and then those periods got
longer and longer. When I was 27 I was living abroad from more or less 4 years
and then I suddenly decided to come back.
First very cautiously, I was pretty sure it's just a first
phase. Clapping and smiling when my plane landed, full of other emigrants
(probably no foreigner there), with the only difference that they will go back
to their new homes far far away and I will stay here indefinitely. Happy and
scared this happiness will not last.
Some months later it's growing into something more solid. I
felt like a leaf in the wind before, no direction, freedom and no attachment to
home. I feel rather like a kite now. I might leave. I am actually likely to
leave again sometime. But there is this string between me and Vilnius, which
instead of restraining me, helps me fly higher and further.
