Today I looked out of the window of my office, I saw the old houses, which probably are from the 50ties and 60ties. Everything was covered in fog, and I could hear the noise of the traffic, outside. And suddenly I felt like I was in Costa Rica again. Except the heat and the different smell. Not in the suburb of an Austrian town named Linz, famous for its cake and haunted because of its Nazi history. Then I thought of all the cities I have been so far, even Bangkok came to my mind and they all share similarities Linz to a certain extent. Just ordinary houses, the sound of traffic, some trees here and there. Maybe everything is the same, we never leave a place and we never arrive somewhere?