Going back - Fishes will Fish.

Today it feels like I've gone back to being a salmon / today I get what a salmon feels like when going up the stream. I am not going to lay my eggs, but I am going back to the place I was born.

The shadows are getting longer, the road is filled with trucks and one has yo zigzag through them. The trees are familiar and the redness of the earth around them matches the color of he setting sun.

I got mixed feelings about it, I am going to a party and am going to meet the family that was never mine. People that know about me but don't know who I am. (People that might say harsh things, but who I mostly wouldn't want to talk to.)

I am going back after 11 years, but have never lived there, yet it has a strong take on me. Salmons must feel a similar thing going up the stream; meeting a familiar rock, a familiar turn and current. Meeting a familiar bear who will try to catch him, and all of this trouble just to go back to that familiar place and make sure his species doesn't fade away.

Strange Situations That Remind Me of My Birth Place

• on the train, coming back home from a day of hard work finishing up a project: I look out of the window, it is a dark winter evening and I see a house by the train tracks, and it is an odd sight as I can discern exactly what the entrance looks like, with its walls made of planks of wood, illuminated by only ine light bulb, the garage roof overhead and a window made of horizontal glass panels. 
• Reading a book, it is a short story by Jorge Louis Borges, and it is placed in buenos aires. I can feel the summer wind of the south, that precedes a storm, on my face, bringing relief to the extreme heat, and I don't experience it in this country, and only people from that part lf the world can understand exacly what the main character is experiencing.

Many times we perceive the world with our memories.