WHAT I MISS MOST..........

Many of my students come from abroad: their parents have left their homes for more prosperous, more tolerant countries. They bring their own cultural background with them and try to integrate by becoming a member of the new community they are in. Their human experience has both a dual and a contradictory nature. Like poets they sing about their loss..as they miss the things they do not have.
This powerful homing instinct is deeply rooted in all languages:"morriña"," saudade", "hiraeth"(Welsh).
homesickness, nostalgia,...
SO, what do we miss?

I MISS MY CHILDHOOD/YOUTH

             THE STONES OF HOME

             THE SMELL OF THE WOOD SMOKE/ FIRE

              THE SOUND OF THE RIVER

              MY CAT/ MY DOG

              THE SMELL OF RAIN/ FRESHLY BAKED        BREAD/    EARLY MORNING COFFEE/

               THE SOUND OF A DOWNPOUR

               MY MUM´S/ GRANNY´S COOKING

                THE SONG OF FROGS AT NIGHT

                THE NIGHT BARKING OF DISTANT DOGS

                THE SIRENS BLARING

                THE GENTLE GREETINGS OF COUNTRY FOLK

                THE FREEDOM OF WALKING     BAREFOOT/NAKED

                THE CAREFREE LIFE I ONCE LED

  (above all) THE PEOPLE I LOVE  BEST,particularly those who are no longer with me and whose memories accompany me at all times.

(the British miss) MARMITE,BOVRIL,HOVIS,CHEDDAR,OXO,

                               WEETABIX,etc..

What do you miss? Write at least five items:

Inspired by Jan Morris´ Home thoughts from Abroad & Errol Trzebinski´s Barefoot at Shanzu