It’s more than three years since that fateful night when he had to run in the silence of the night secretly with his family. They packed whatever they can carry with them.

They did not know how long this journey will last. They had to run to be alive and safe before rioters created a brawl on the street came and kill them.

They did not know anyone in this new city but they are safe here. They started a new life and this city adopted them.

Every night before going to bed he takes an eyeful of the keys he kept in his pocket all the time and carry with him everywhere. They are the keys to the door of the house he long abandoned in the city he was born and the city that wanted to swallow him once.

Those keys are his portable Homeland.