- Vahid Takro
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I have a heart disease, I always leave my heart in different countries. In the last nights of my travels, my heart is afraid that I might leave it somewhere again. Meanwhile, on the last night, I understand how to begin my exploration in that city, but it's always too late and I have to go. The migratory bird sometimes flutters as if it is flying off unlike its own desire. And I have to go, I have to close a suitcase full of memories, I have to say goodbye to this city soon, but not to my lovely friends, because I'm sure I'll meet them soon somewhere else in the world.