YYou are going to other countries that are more beautiful and sunnier. This is now your paradise – but wait before you praise it! And the time will come when you will climb the mountains to seek from there the part of the sky beneath which your old home lies. How soft and green were the hills there! And you know and you feel, there still stands the house and the garden of your first childhood games, and there dream all the sacred memories of your youth, and there lies your mother’s grave. – So the old homeland has become unintentionally dear and distant to you.By Hermann Hesse