I miss those ridiculous excursions back in secondary school. I miss those classmates I used to hate so much. I miss every heartbeat when there were oral tests right in front of the whole class. I miss one hundred thousand million times we said goodbye, but we would talk a bit more, so the call would last longer. I miss the freedom you would always give me when I ran away from my parents. I miss the rebel childhood when I would cry every other day for the sake of my own choice. I miss the wind on my face and the fresh air I breathed in my lungs, even though the air pollution was the worst of the year. I miss the worst of the people who couldn't understand me and would rather criticise me than see the bright side of the shit I had done. I miss the street food so motherfucking much.

Gosh, I miss my country.