Emigration

emigration, remoteness and hard work.. craving, remembrance and wishes, are in struggle, , and i was a victim.... the street was strange, and my face was looking at a strange street, people, sun and sunset were strange too.. i saw a sweethearts hug a lovers.. saw between them a similar to a friends.. ignored me.. what is that a strange... and what is going with that street... a silence break a wall streets.. the people increasing in a street.. and me alone.. alone in the same street... heard some one calling me, , but, still a starnge street feud with me... heard him again, , telling me come, trun back.. you have no a place there, , the street not relete to you... that street has it own people.. not you... don`t be sad if he ignored you and your feelings.. the city is soo large.. and there are a lot of streets.. so... don`t forget that you are a strange man there..