I had a little over a month to go before I would be home for the first time in three years. I was so out of touch with what was going on in this country. I was a lost person till I slowly started to climatize myself to the culture I was reentering. I would hear a song and start raving about it when someone would look at me in a strange way. I asked what’s wrong, and the reply was always that the song is 2 years old, or in some cases, 4 years old. I had been out of the country for 4 and a half years, with only two week-long stays in all those years. I missed so much of what had been happening.