I am a bird of passage

I have a strange feeling that a long and unbelievable journey is about to start. I am job-hunting now, and my new career may take me anywhere in the world. Even more so, considering my determination to find a job in fighting poverty.

At first, I was afraid to even think about going to a developing country or a remote area. But how can I make a difference, especially in poverty reduction, if I am afraid of any contact with the cause of the problem? Now, I have decided to go wherever my life takes me.

I miss Europe. Memories of the past hit you unexpected, they catch you unprepared. Suddenly, a quiet guitar solo, when you hear it in the new odd environment - hot and sweaty, with wrong Asian smells, tropical plants and different kind of people - may cause a storm of the highest magnitude and bring back the memories so strong that you are not sure if the world around you is real.

Today, I caught myself thinking that even if I end up spending the next few years in the weirdest place in Asia, somewhere in Nepalese mountains or surrounded by the slums of Dakha, I will always have my good old Europe and comforts of the Western world waiting for me to come back. I don't know when this day will come, but I feel like a traveller at the beginning of a long journey. And even if I never come back, just the thought of my home will make my trip so much lighter.