A person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person.
A place where someone still thinks about you is a place you can call home.
A man's home may seem to be his castle on the outside; inside is more often his nursery.
Home is the place when you leave you just miss it. So, yeah, I'm gonna keep running until I feel that.
— Do you, at this time, have any fear of returning to your own country?
— No.
— OK. Let me try it again. Your country's at war. There are men in the streets with guns. Political persecution.
— Yes. It's terrible.
— Yeah, it's horrible. And God only knows what could happen. Innocent people are torn from their beds.
— On Tuesdays. I hate Tuesdays.
— So you're afraid?
— From what?
— Krakozhia. You're afraid of Krakozhia.
— Krakozhia? No, I am not afraid from Krakozhia. I'm a little afraid of this room.
— I'm talking about bombs. I'm talking about human dignity. Human rights. Viktor, please don't be afraid to tell me you're afraid of Krakozhia.
— Is home. I am not afraid from my home.
You're not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not.