Blame it on anything. For the past few weeks, I’ve been thinking of my initial days in Belgium. I struggled without much friends and wondering why I was where I was. That was the case for a year until I got few friends.

Situation is not very different now. I don’t have anyone with whom I could go out for a drink (damn, there is no place to go for a drink). Having used to a free life, this feels like a prison – not going out; no friends; just work and home.

When is prison-break planned?