It was dangerous and yet felt safe. It was strange and yet familiar. It was mature and yet reckless. I was terrified and quite calm. I could have stayed. I should have stayed. I would never have stayed. To be honest, it was the comfort that scared me. It's not you, it's me. It's not me, it's you. It's not us, it's him. It's often anyone. It's never someone. It's always no one. I'm only a tourist here. I could never settle down in this place. I don't even speak the language properly. Shame, because the words are often beautiful.