Somewhere in between or going back and forth.

Sharing your place with someone else, free from fear of the unknown, with an open mind.

Hospitality means being made to feel at home.

What is leaving and who is leaving who? Am I leaving you? Are you also leaving me when I leave you? Or is it to leave more of a total experience regardless of direction? Something that happens to all for as long as it happens to one.

Is it to leave to leave something behind? My nose is at the front of my face, so is a smell a memory? And is a memory a thing of past or a force for future?

And what is born, what is changed, transformed, reborn? Is a child a memory? Is distance our child?
There is always something met, something new, a beauty, a conflict, a last terrible act of creation; at least for the witness.

What remains when you're gone are the memories.

The warmth of memory remains when you leave, the richness of new encounters, new opportunities for the future.

Hospital in some situation can become home
Where we feel better but where we dont wanna stay

Hospitality is giving without expecting anything in return.

Vanidad.
Diles que no me maten.
(Extract of song)

"Who is he?
of this skin,
that confuses with pleasure
His vanity
His vanity
Who is he?
Who is he?
Who is he?
of this skin
That confuses with pleasure
His fucking vanity.
That confuses with attack
lessons in humility
Tell me who
Who is he?
Head up and it's better not to talk
Because he is another man who
Conjure in the name of love
His fucking vanity
His vanity
His fucking vanity
Who is he?
Who is he?
Tell me who is he
of this skin"

The more you give, the more you get, even if you don't really expect anything in return, the more you share, the richer you will feel, giving means enrichment.

Dans certains cas chez nous au Sénégal les cérémonies comme les mariage et les baptéme il faut donner pour prendre en retour. Il faut donner « le waref » pour recevoir le « terral ».
There are also people who give alms to receive “duas” (prayers).

First, Home for me can be in your heart & soul ,
as it can be a familiar place where you shared a beautiful memories with people we loved.
In my past experience i never felt at home when i go to Europe ,but in a specific place like in Stephanie 's house i felt like in my mom's house .
So it's really depends!!!

Where there is peace.

Home is where you feel good, where you are accepted, where you can and are allowed to be yourself, where I can watch TV under a blanket next to my loved ones, where we share.