Memories are like the snow; they come unexpectedly, they occur regularly and without exception they freeze your bones to death and warm your heart to heaven. The Smell is there, the feeling is there, words are very silent but present, streets are white and you notice that nothing has changed in the time that passed. Searching again and again, we are constantly lost in the snow, looking for the right footsteps to take us back to the place where we used to be. In our lives there is no disappearing, forgetting -- just remembering. And I never really left -- I just went away so I can return back to you.
