The phone rings. It´s someone from overseas, willing to talk to me.
The keyboard works intensively. It´s me, working, exchanging news, getting in touch.
On the street, I ask for a coffee – in German, in English, in Spanish, in Portuguese. Most of the times it´s an expresso – I´d rather have a filtered one…
I talk to my family, mixing languages, creating new words.
The plane lands – changing hemisphere and sounds.
All (re)starts.
