My words are my pictures, my images and my memories. They are my happiness and my pain. They are the album of my life, the benchmarks of my travels and travails. They are my survival andmy future. When I enter their world, I am transferred to the frames that become the colours, sounds, smells, tastes and touches of mymemories. I recall the smiles on faded faces and absorb the buildings and places I have seen. I am grateful that I have found my home.