I have not been to those IDPs villages for a long time. I took more wandering to many other places and got to know many new friends. But I usually think of my IDPs friends. I miss their sincere smiles and greetings, their simple cookings and local whisky which make me drunk even with the smell.
Life is going on and we can never get back to the past. It is sad to think I can not have the same wonderful experiences again. But I am happy to keep wandering and enjoy more experiences.
Time passes by and many wanderings wait for me...... I am a happy wanderer.