I'm here listening to Chico Buarque. In one of the song he sings "quando eu tchum no colchão, é quando ela tchan no cenário". Just to hear the expression "quando eu tchum no colchão", just this part, made me remember of my routine in Brazil. Then, like in a chain effect, I started to remember the simplest events am feelings in Brazil. All little tiny things I miss. And everything sounds perfect, and my brain creates this paradisiac image on my mind. After traveling a little in this place and getting homesick, I stop and remember this place doesn't exist. It's funny, I'm just used to be a traveler. The other place will always be better. At 1:30 in the morning after work on homework of a boring chemistry class for hours and thinking about next busy day, all other countries sound so good.