Hard to say, but...

Yes. It is. Indeed it is hard to say goodbye. Even for a short time.
Here, everything is the same. The same as the night I arrived. It was three years ago and I had no idea about the new life. I mean the life here, in Japan. It was a strange feeling. Where am I going and for how long?

And now, I've to confess that it went fast. Faster than what I expected. In a blink...

I will take my stuff back. Back to Iran for another experience; this time, with another point of view. Among the things I got to carry, the lightest is my degree. The doctoral certificate. And the heaviest, is my memories. Memories of joyful times with my new friends. Wait! I said nothing is changed. But I think I was wrong. Everything is changed as I could make new friends here. Both Itanians and Japanese. Iranians, to tell the truth, brought me the best moments of my life here. Yes. the precious friends are here. And I've to leave them soon. This is not fair but no way...

This breeze comes with drops of my tears. Do not know why but it is just the feeling. Cooling the face and firing the heart...

And I happened to start my blog here in Japan. Like breeze in this stormy island. Tried to be myself. Tried to flow regardless of borders. You know, flowers are flowers, everywhere. And the sea; And the sky.

Now, I've you. As my dear friends; being with breeze every single day. The breeze will not stop and I'll give you my deepest regards through it. So every morning, open the windows and take a deep look at the leaves dancing with the breeze...
The BREEZE will start to flow but needs to take a rest at home...


And to close this post, just read story of the giving tree by Shel Silverstein:

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Once there was a giving tree who loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come to play
Swinging from the branches, sleeping in the shade
Laughing all the summer’s hours away.
And so they love,
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon the boy grew older and one day he came and said,
"Can you give me some money, tree, to buy something I’ve found?"
"I have no money," said the tree, "Just apples, twigs and leaves."
"But you can take my apples, boy, and sell them in the town."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon again the boy came back and he said to the tree,"
I’m now a man and I must have a house that’s all my home."
"I can’t give you a house" he said, "The forest is my house."
"But you may cut my branches off and build yourself a home"
And so he did.
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes.
"My life has turned so cold," he says, "and I need sunny days."
"I’ve nothing but my trunk," he says, "But you can cut it down
And build yourself a boat and sail away."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And after years the boy came back, both of them were old.
"I really cannot help you if you ask for another gift."
"I’m nothing but an old stump now. I’m sorry but I’ve nothing more to give"
"I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest,"
The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile.
"Well", said the tree, "An old stump is still good for that."
"Come, boy", he said, "Sit down, sit down and rest a while."
And so he did and
Oh, the trees was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.
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So long my friends...
But I promise to come back again...