How is it possible to miss so many places at once, so many homes at once, so many scenarios and languages? Not sure but I know I do.
Who did you grow up with? Did you ever notice the difference in colour, ethnicity, religion of your friends when you were little? I haven’t.
It happened in Portugal, very few days ago. It was unexpected, like the first kiss that arrives while you think about something else, while you’re almost jot looking.