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Home is where you come home to. Where someone is waiting in the evening. Where you know the scratches on the wall, the stains on the carpet, the small creaks of the furniture. Where you lie down in bed so that you don't just sleep, you relax. You don't just rest, you relax yourself. You relax life, people, everything. Home is where you are at home. It doesn't take much. One room is enough. If there are ten of you in it, that's fine. If all ten of you agree that you returned home when you returned home in the evening. It doesn't take much, just a room and a feeling. A very simple animal feeling: that I live here today. There is a bed that I sleep in, a chair that I sit on, a stove that gives me warmth. And that in this wide, big and strange world around me, this little place is not alien and is mine today. I feel good in it if I look out the window and it's raining or the wind is blowing. And that if I come here in the evening, I will find those who still belong to me. This is home. Everyone has a way of doing it. A narrow attic room can also be at home. Also a cellar. Even a tent made of twigs can be at home. If a person adds something of himself. A flower you found on the side of the road is enough. A photo you've carried in your pocket for years. A book on the table. An alarm clock. What do I know: a thousand little jokes stick to you on the road. (...) If you can feel all this: you are not homeless in the world.