I miss home and I miss you. I miss your maid’s cooking and I miss your mother’s wines. I miss your sister’s laugh and her boyfriend’s Arabian face. I miss your Jeep and the mechanical workshops we’ve been to. I miss your room and I miss smoking pot with you. I miss the liquor bottles you’ve collected. I miss the small cars -God knows I can’t remember each of their series and brands- you’ve collected. I miss home and I miss you.