After 5 years away from home, 3 of them spent as a hostage, reduced worse than a corpse, hungry and traumatized, wounded in mind and spirit, the only thing that kept me going was the knowledge that I had my beloved at home, anxiously awaiting news from me.

Having heard nothing from the embassy, ​​and none of the possible military aid that would have been needed to free me, as a decorated member of the army, I assume that she has not heard from me either, I just hope not to disgust her or...Scare her.

I love her so much and the thought of her has kept me going these 5 years, while, after escaping from my captors, I tried everything I could to finally return home.

As I watch the landscape become familiar, I smile and, once the taxi has stopped, I pay the driver, I leave him a small tip for the inconvenience and the gas since the transport, for me, it's free. When I get home, I open the door with the spare keys, sit on the couch and wait for my beloved to come home. I can't wait to see her expression when she sees that I've finally come back to her.