خود ویران گری؟

It is not a decision but a magnetic power making me fly to Peru to dissolve happily in the air, sounds, fragrances, and whatever else. I'm still in Brussels while remotely feeling Peru in orange and beige colors. Let's give it a month or so for now. Let's see whether the waves can wash me away. Here, my new Facebook friend, a tour guide, asks me, "Please tell me why you are thinking of moving to Peru?" It's not a secret. I am not thinking of it: It's seeking me. As soon as I shut my eyes, I see a blue sea, a crowded fruit market with lots of delicacies, and a treehouse deep in the Amazonian jungle. I can't imagine how the reality might be there. Just watch image after image, and prefer the warm colors of my invented inner Peru to the dead grey background of Brussels, the city I couldn't like after all. The countdown starts!