Between trees hundreds of years old I was searching for my past at the top of the mountain. Within the shades of greens asking the rivers watering the meadows. Speaking with lotus flowers lying on the river bed I touched the rocks trying to understand what I missed. I’m hurt inside by the wind carrying my past Torrents fell from my eyes I thrust my head into the clouds confused, unable to breathe… not knowing what I missed. I’m hurt inside by the wind carrying my past Over the years I got used to living with illnesses and eccentricities. I had created a small world with very few people and I was struggling in that rarefied world. Until one day I came to Wales. Wales was the first place I felt I belonged. Wales became an obsession for me after I came to Brecon fifteen years ago for my English course. My biggest dream was to live in Wales one day... I dreamed the day would come... One day… However, in...