7 months ago, I moved to Belarus. That was the start of being alone with myself and started to hear voices of my mind after sharing my room either with sisters or  grandmother it was an unusual feeling-sometimes lonely, sometimes happy, sometimes cooking and enjoying, sometimes thanking the Universe for my existence.

Recently, I was reading a book from Seda Diker, there was a story about a woman who enjoyed New York for six months, discovering new things every day. But on seventh month she started to realize how that place was suffocating her. Same is happening to me now. I am assuming writing will help me, as I will talk to me and talk to YOU at the same time.

Love…I am tired,  03:29 am here, I will write tomorrow about it.