I miss the time when I could walk along river Thames at late night
without having to worry that I might be blamed for coming home late and get locked outside.
I miss the time when I could grab a beer with you at George IX
where we forgot about everything and simply indulged ourselves in alcohol and those hilarious conversations.
I miss the time when I could speak English with you
where you were always there listening and sticking up for me.
I miss the time when I could enjoying cooking together with you
without having to clean up right away and being scolded for using the kitchen and turning on the lights.
I went to this English bar with my Israeli friend
everything just feels so right and familiar in that bar.
And suddenly every moment in London kept emerging in my head
tonight I miss you all and London, with this small portion of alcohol.