39 Memory Lane

I had to go to London today and on my way back some unexpected urge forced me to make a detour and drive to Ealing. A strange feeling took over me when I stopped in front of this door. I last walked out of it 10 years ago and haven't been back since. While living there, I made friends for life. One evening we watched "The Motorcycle Diaries" and this is how I later got my first motorbike. The day came to move out and say my good-byes. I then realized I hadn't returned the keys so I went back and heard my friend weeping behind her closed door...

I've changed a lot since those days. Yet, time didn't matter today at 39 Memory Lane.