Once again, just look at the pictures once. And even though I keep telling myself that it has already happened, you have already survived, wait ... This heart breaks free. I hope some people know what I'm talking about. Magic... Sun rays from the morning, calm and blue sea, warmth that wraps like a scarf and Arabic language, which is incomprehensible and some near. Broken English, not always grammatical, Polish not very useful there, but there are plenty of topics for conversation and somehow nobody is chasing, not admonishing, just patiently conducting conversations. Sometimes body language is enough, and you can laugh at the same time. Beautiful colourful flowers in the well-kept gardens, palm trees that do not know what strength they are fighting against the wind and dry ground, tiny, inconspicuous plants adorning the sand. And my beloved streets with shops where women and men sit staring at the passing crowd. Sometimes they scream, sometimes they look ahead or at the screen of the phone and overcome the route in silence, but when the eyes meet, a smile appears. And a great sense of freedom. Oh, I miss my heart ..... Waiting and dreaming.