This week I've spent in Edinburgh, Scotland visiting my childhood friend.
You know, everything seem to be very nice: People, food and even weather. But something has been always in my mind. Something strange and unexplaned. I've realized that it was love. Love to my country, often sad and poor, but my, my native country and to people, living there. People who love and miss me.
Take care of each other. That's the good thing to do.