I came to this land yesterday, from where I left once in anger. Without a job, without money, I haven't even been worried. I found a job then, from where I created my life in vain. Time passed, years passed by, I grew up in bread, already in pastries. Today I return to the home, which I know as my own. I find the empty village, silent, after decades. I see the forests, I see the meadows, all stopped in place. Here I was born, here I grew up, here I suffered, still I grow old. I am a guest, I am alone, and a guest to everyone. No one is healthy, no one is familiar, no one shouts in the fields. I am a guest, I am alone, and a guest to everyone. Memories flow into my body as fire, I don't have a job here anymore. I am a guest, I am alone, and a guest to everyone. I go to the store, I look at the man, maybe the owner has changed. What else, the same old, but gray, and so faded. I say hello, and nothing small, let me remember, that a guest, what does he want, asks for a difference, maybe to get in. This store, a small church, some apartment, no more. That's all, the whole village, which used to breathe life. The sun shines in the forest, the sounds of the past youth. The village seems to sleep deeply, soon the silence is endless. I am a guest, I am alone, and a guest to everyone. No one is healthy, no one is familiar, no one shouts in the fields. I am a guest, I am alone, and a guest to everyone. Memories flow into my body as fire, I don't have a job here anymore. www.mooji.org