I had left Springfield, left MA, left the US but I could not leave behind those memories... I had left my foot print in the sands of Dubai, but unlike the tread of my feet, my eyes leave no trace behind... No the Earth that holds my footprints is on the other side of the world. Over there each step taken on it calls forth the curse of buried ancestors, the joy and laughter of my friends, and the wounds made on my heart when I was young. As I look down on this new land, I feel scorching jealousy.
