It’ Friday evening and I am going to exit from the office and to go home for the week end. My desk is a mess, as usual. My so many time forgotten lunch is near my keyboard, a rotten apple.

I feel a little as this apple. Yellow, somehow funny in its joyful color, and still … it’s simply not in the right place. As maybe am I.

I have never feel good again since my travel in Japan.

Some people talks about African fever. I think I got a Japanese version of it.

I miss so much Japan that sometimes I even feel acke. I’m so tired of uncivil people around me, of simply not being there.

The peace the easiness I felt there…

Even if I was so far from home, I felt perfectly at ease as in no other place.

I must go back. At least in that place, under that tree in Nara. I sow and felt something there….