High soaring

... flying swiftly like a swallow

I called home for 8 minutes. All seem to be fine and a lot more cheery than when I first left, I feel relieved. I asked my dad for a red packet (he always gives me one on my birthday every year), he said he forgot to mail it. So I get double next year ;) As usual, they're dying for my return - the usual "Don't wait till january, come back when you don't have a job or don't have enough to survive". I understand the worries of my parents but somehow I'm enjoying the distance from home. The 6000 over miles is making them accepting me, and bringing us closer at the same time. I love and miss home... I know I'll return one day, so let me fly with my own wings for a while till I'm tired... When I can no longer fly, I'll be back!


It reminds me now of my favourite song I used to sing in school:

DONNA DONNA

On a wagon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
How the winds are laughing,
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna
Donna Donna Donna Don
Donna Donna Donna Donna
Donna Donna Donna Don
'Stop complaining' said the farmer
'Who told you a calf to be
Why don't you have wings to fly with
like the swallow, so proud and free?'
How the winds are laughing...
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never know the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow, has learned to fly
How the winds are laughing...