It is nice to be back in Cambodia. Heavy monsoon clouds have greeted us here in Kampong Thom. Warm rain is falling this afternoon, trees are shaking with the wind and the fields have become finally green now that farmers are planting the new rice. At the exit from Pochentong airport yesterday evening the dump warm air filled me its tropical-Asia-flavour. I kind feel at home as here is where we have the house and our life. I know it is temporary, but the other day while being in the train to Helsinki I clearly felt that the place doesn’t really matters. Home is where the family lives and where we try to make our place feel ours. Indeed it can change and it will, but what matters is that the three of us are the one who make a place home.