And then the moment comes when that city becomes also your city. And it doesn't matter if it speaks a language of which you know only the love calls and the sounds of greetings. And it doesn't matter at all that it is thousands of miles away from your home. You know the sound of rain on the tarmac and the corner where that woman with her small children is begging. You recognize the fortuneteller sitting in the street at night, with cards lit by candlelight, and he recognizes you. You don't know who made the first step. Who joined his hands first, in a sign of greeting. But for certain you know that that city is by now also your city.