Havanna ~ Cuba

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If the lovely dappled sunlight's shining on my face I slowly woke up and feel the warmth everywhere on my body it is so relaxing. It feels so good I want it everyday. Wake up whenever I want without thoughts whenever I have to wake up for tomorrow. That would be more than a perfect life.

I'm on holidays in Cuba Havanna there is it really beautiful and so gorgeous. My time here is so good that I will never go back home. The People here have the biggest heart they're always dancing and they approach people openly it's so unbelievable.

I am on Havana beach and the sun is really hot and give me so much security. It's so nice that I will never go back in a way my thoughts are trapped by the beauty of the sun.

The one thing is that I do not think about the boy which I left in my hometown. Yes I like him really but it is very complicated. Today is my last day and my flight is in two hours. I packed my package and now I only wait to come back home.

The last minutes I'm sitting outside to enjoy my last minutes from vacation. I will miss the sun and the air and the people here. They are so much better than in my hometown or in other countries. They helped me so much to get a new better personality.

My home in Australia. I like it there really. But there is also everything what hurts me in the last months. There was so much pain and here is everything so perfect in a way. The people the mentality the safety. I can't explain but it is so much here that a part of my body wants to be here forever in a way.

Before I go to the plane I enjoy the sun the last second of my life. I will miss it here. Everything I will miss and I know that I will come back one day.

Two hours later I'm in Sydney airport. If I go out of the plane I feel the stress which I left here. The pain which I get to knew in the last years of my life are back. I feel so nervous and sad in one time. But I have to make the best in the next time. But I'm toying with the idea that I will emigrate in Cuba one day.

  If I get my package no one really wait here expect for my mum and my best friends. There where a couple which get too see on their airport. The girl jumped on the boy and kisses him hard.  Sometimes I asks myself if I ever will have this moments of a couple too.
 
My mum and my best friends where really curious how it is in Cuba Havana. I told them everything that I met really much people and their hearts are so big that everyone is welcome. The sun and the nights there which was unbelievable beautiful. The people which never leave you alone and integrate you without problems and the question from where you are it was so gorgeous. The night where I spend on the beach with dancing and looking at the stars to finding the universe fantastic flavour too be there forever.
 
Later my Mum explains that my boyfriend was sometimes at our place to ask where I am. He wanted to talk to me.

Wow and there it is the stress which I told. Everything was so good in the last weeks in Cuba. I tried not to think about him and the problems and stress we had. I forget him after I left Sydney to forget what happened.

Later if we get arrived to our small place I wanted to go to him so I take my bike and drive to his place. If I ride my bike I drives on the streets which are very big and the trees are around them to make it beautiful here in a way. I missed the nature from here the streets. It is so weird to be here after the beautiful weeks in Cuba. Which is an old City with really old fashioned lifestyle.

I arrived to his home. The home I spend so much time to show him how much I loved him. The love which will never go back. It will be always here. The bench where we kissed all the time and try too looked at the stars but we where only focused on us and the time we had together.

I go slowly upstairs to the door of the house. And my stomach starting to hurt. I was nervous because there is something we had to talk about.

His Mum opened the door.,, Hi is he here ?"
She says ,,no he drives to you because he get to hear that you will arrive from Havanna today."
,,Oh" I said. ,,Hmm ok I drive home maybe we meet us there."
She asks ,,How was it in Havana is it so beautiful like in the pictures?"
I started laughing ,, More than this. It is fantastic. The streets the people everything there is so unbelievable I can't explain but everyone have to see it and make their own experience."

Then there comes two hands which where so well-known for my body from the back side from me and cover my eyes. Everything was back my old life and it felt so weird.

Rrrrriiiiiiinnnngggg riiiinnnnnnnnggg

,, Melodie are you awake ?"
I opened my eyes fast. ,,Yeah"
My mum came to my room ,, breakfast in bed today I know you are tired and you are not motivated to go to work. But it's not so long anymore. 5 month and everything will be over."

I hate my Volunteer life. After my highschool qualification I started the Volunteer Year because I really don't know what to do as work or to study.

Now I do it half a year and after this week I drive to a Seminar which I get to know new people with my three friends which also work as a Volunteer.

It is nice and funny but on this week we do not know how it will be. Because our main group where we go to the Seminar is over. Our last week with this group was a month before.

My friends and me are really curious about this week, we will see. Maybe it will be cool or not. But later I will talk with my friends about our Seminar and what we will take there. I'm so curious and I hope that it will be good there. I send a message to our group to remind them about the next week.

If I arrive at my work where I work in a assisted residential home for mentally and addicts. I don't feel to go to work today. I wanted to stay home. I'm so tired and I feel that I have an Jetlag. It's not possible to work today. I'm so tired and I'm so unmotivated it's really bad.

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I'm Nessa. I hope my first book and chapter is interesting enough. Every feedback is welcome. And if you want to know more.
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