The city was familiar. I lived there, but in another time, in another context and in other places. When I come back, it is the same and it is different. It looks familiar but is no longer familiar. So I roam in the car, I search for things that are unbound in time and place, like the flowers and the light. I re-create a familiar environment through listening to familiar music. But that is no substitute for company. Strangely enough, it is meeting up with a gang from Chennai that gave me the feeling of being home. After that, how do you want me to answer the “where are you from?” question. Beyond the various jokes, it’s no rhetoric that I can’t reply to it anymore. But as least, the coffee shops that all look alike around the world have the advantage of creating an intimate atmosphere that can be found anywhere.