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The estimated number of missing persons in Turkey is 3000.

Some say it's much more than that.

Some of these missing persons got lost while they were under probation.

Every year over 1000 gets lost because of "normal" causes...

...and only half of them can be found.

To my mom... And to all moms...

Is it him?

There was a tale I told to Veysel when he was young.

A tale about a boy who has been kidnapped by the elfs.

Little boy, without the permission of his mother...

...goes on a very long vacation with the elfs kidnapped him.

To a long, very long vacation...

He gets lost.

And Veysel used to cry for that boy...

...just as I did when I was young.

He used to ask "He will come back, won't he mom?"

In the tale the boy always used to come back...

...and got married with the fairies' queen.

- Are you better now? - Yes, yes thank you.

- I felt bad suddenly. - Very natural.

It's been years I last saw a body with a destroyed face.

Are you sure it's not your son? What's his name?

Veysel. Of course I'm sure.

- Do you want to look again? - He is not Veysel!

- That was the third body you saw. - None of them is Veysel.

- Are you sure? - None of them is Veysel.

None of them.

- Pamukkale express? When? - Tomorrow.

- It's full tomorrow. - What about Thursday?

- Thursday OK. Sleeping car? - Yes.

- No sleeping cars left. - Seats then.

- OK. How many? - Three.

- Thursday, right? - Yes, Thursday.

- Chief called for you. Better see him. - Alright, thank you.

Where were you sweetie?

- I was busy. - You didn't call in. We were worried.

I had no opportunity to give a call.

If only you called. I really was worried.

- Pamukkale Express tomorrow I said! - All right, all right now!

Ms ��kran, somebody named �ule phoned.

She said she'll call you again.

I asked for a ticket! Shame on you!

Alright I said! What's the hurry?

But I have my own responsibilities. People I give account to.

- Do you understand? - Yes, I understand.

If you take a leave maybe...

...your random absences will be less obvious.

I go mad at home. I forget when I come here and work a bit.

When one is busy, the mind relaxes.

- His name is Veysel, isn't it? - Yes.

Saw him years ago at Kadir's funeral. I recall he looks like him.

He looks more like me. I mean, that's what they say.

My son looks like me too, but the mother says the opposite.

If Veysel is like his father...

...they say he is involved politically. Is it true?

- No such thing. - Good, good.

Really no such thing.

OK. You know we were not so close with Kadir.

I was always distant to his political thoughts.

They were not for me.

Consequently, we can say he entrusted you to us.

He used to take films at strikes, I remember.

He had such strange hobbies.

Rest in peace. That's it Ms ��kran. This is all I will say.

I didn't want to talk with you earlier.

But I expect you care your work more.

Don't let me or yourself get in trouble.

Everything will be alright, I'm sure. You will be relaxed too.

- All that ends well is well. - Hopefully so.

Ms ��kran!

- Ms ��kran! - Mr Ahmet, I'm sorry, I was preoccupied.

- Are you alright? Any news? - No, no news.

- So strange. - I don't know, I really don't.

- How are you? - Good. So so.

- What do the police say? - Nothing new.

They called me to the morgue today.

But thank God it was somebody else.

A young boy Veysel's age.

Smashed face. Really very young boy.

- Terrible things happening these days. - Really terrible...

Are you OK Ms ��kran?

- You are OK. - Do you want more cologne?

You go get a cup of tea with sugar.

I don't remember losing my consciousness ever until that day.

That day I lost my consciousness twice.

I thought about death and I felt that it was my closest moment to death.

I felt myself not only incredibly light...

...but also as that much heavy and fragile.

Although I felt as if my whole body has lost all its weight...

...I was also scared that I would break into pieces like glass if I ever fall down.

At that moment, I was thinking about Veysel.

He would grab my arm at the very last minute and...

...wouldn't let me break into pieces I said to myself.

MISSING PERSON

Hello? Hello!

Hello!

- Good morning Ms ��kran. - Good morning.

- No news Miss ��kran. - No news? - No.

We'll let you know if there is.

We will call if there's something Miss.

We will. We told you so many times.

No news. No nothing.

- Detainment? - No detainment or such.

We tell you this all the time, no such record.

- But... - You go home now miss. - Home?

Home or work. Wherever. We'll call you.

Look, I am in charge of this.

If something happens I'll let you know.

Don't worry Miss. He will be found.

- Sooner or later. - Hopefully.

Hopefully.

"MISSING PERSONS ASSOCIATION"

We have their info and the photo.

Yes we have all info but we received no news yet.

We will call you on any development.

We will definitely call you. Thank you.

Veysel!

Drink some water, you'll feel better.

It was him, Veysel.

- Do you need anything? - No, go back to work.

- Are you sure? - I told you, he's alive. I know.

Then why should he...

Why should he appear and get lost?

- Did he see you? - I don't know.

I don't know.

�ule? What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

Come in.

Wear slippers.

- I saw him today. - Who?

Veysel. He came to the station today.

He's dead. I went to the morgue today.

I said I saw him today. Veysel is alive.

I went to the morgue, I saw his body. Don't you get it?

He's dead! Dead. They killed Veysel.

He was dead days ago, understand?

His body was ice cold. Dead. He's dead!

That's not Veysel. He's alive, I saw him.

The body is not his, It's not Veysel.

I recognized him. It's him.

Do you know my son better than I do?

I recognized him. His face was destroyed but...

...I saw the mole in his groin. He was Veysel.

His groin? That's nonsense.

There are no moles in my son's groin.

You are fooling yourself.

You poisoned him. With your ideas.

I didn't do anything.

You poisoned him. Filled his mind with bullshit.

A brilliant boy. Spotless.

He was not as innocent as you think.

At least not in your standards.

He did nothing Veysel... Nothing. But they still destroyed him.

And they will not leave you alone. Just because you're his mother.

In fact you know everything.

You lived through it all with your husband.

God knows how many times they took him.

What did you do? Took shelter in Veysel?

And now he's gone too. Gone!

I don't understand why you hide and deny now.

Avoiding him from being like his father.

Brought up a clean boy on her own!

You couldn't protect him.

You lived in a dream world and you still are.

- Don't be rude! - You don't know your son, you just love him.

I know and love my son a lot.

What will I do without him?

You'll find someone else. Some other naive boy.

- He's lying in cold now. - Veysel or someone else.

As if it matters to you.

Veysel is not dead. He lives.

Mr R�fat?

- Mr R�fat. - No news Ms ��kran?

No.

Did... Did you hear any news?

The police came the other day.

I've never been to the station before.

Because of your son and that Halil...

...they interrogate me as if I'm guilty!

Asking me the account of all this!

Veysel didn't do anything.

We got you into distress too Mr R�fat.

To hell with him and that fucker Halil!

I'm sorry but I'm fed up with all this.

Mind your own business. Or else I'll whack you up!

Excuse me. But I'm messed up.

And you keep showing up everyday!

- Have you heard from Halil? - No.

- If you hear anything... - OK, I'll let you know.

I don't think we will hear anymore.

Miss! Miss!

- Halil is gone. Left a day later. - What? Where did he go?

He ran away when Veysel was taken.

Veysel was not arrested! He was not!

- The police denies. Where's Halil? - Ask Halil's father. In Beyo�lu.

- Tell me everything you know about Veysel! - Ask his father.

- You tell me! - I know nothing.

Why didn't you tell before? Tell me!

I know nothing. I just wanted to help you.

There you go.

- You didn't count. - What?

You didn't count your pay.

You used to count always. And you're late to get it too.

One can't think of pay though.

- I forgot, thanks. - My duty.

I loved Kadir a lot Ms ��kran.

He was like an elder brother to me. A good man.

Yes he was.

Ms ��kran, If there's anything I can do, please let me know.

- Please don't hesitate. - Nothing, thank you.

Kadir's death was a blow to us, too.

Veysel's not dead Mr Salih. Not dead.

They say he's shot Ms ��kran. He's said to be shot.

Ms ��kran...

Are you all right?

- I'm OK. All right. - It's hard. It's hard of course.

My heart aches too. For not being able to help you.

- But it will all pass. - It will pass.

- I'm just worried for you. - Don't worry, I'll be all right.

That's what they all say. But something happens eventually.

I'm really all right.

Do you go to his room at night to check his bed covers?

Do you dream of him?

I dreamt of him a few times.

Weird... He called me "Aunt Melek".

He's my dearest.

I never had any children, you know.

I wanted to have children.

I really wanted. But, I didn't.

God wanted it this way.

I didn't know you were married.

- Where's your husband? - He's dead.

Twelve years ago. Easy on the ear. Twelve years.

He was a miner in Zonguldak. The mine caved in.

I waited three months at the entrance.

I went there every single day, waited for him.

Waited for him to come.

- He didn't. - I'm getting late to work.

I said he didn't come. You'll wait in vain and then get used to it.

Humankind is such a low creature, it gets used to anything.

I'm getting late.

I said he didn't come.

We aim to show our solidarity.

We are here to share your feelings.

We cooperate with the families to find the missing...

...and inform the families on any news.

WE ARE SITTING HERE FOR THE PROBATION MISSINGS

I very lately realized that only the dead mens pictures were hang on the wall.

Only their pictures pass from hand to hand.

Only dead men shelter to their pictures.

Once death takes its place at the frames, it chases us.

Hello? Hello!

Cover me, I have something to do.

- What is it? Something happened? - No, nothing. I won't be late.

- Mr Muzaffer? - Yes, what is it?

I'm Veysel's mother.

- Veysel who? - He worked with your son Halil.

I came to ask Halil.

- Mr Muzaffer... Halil, where is he? - Why?

He disappeared right after Veysel did.

Well?

He disappeared the day after. They say he went to his hometown.

What do you want from me?

Any news from him? How can I find him?

You can't!

- Where's he? - Look miss, I'm busy. Go to the police.

- I did. I go there everyday. - Well?

They don't know anything.

I know nothing of him or that bastard.

I don't know what they did. And I don't want to know. Got it?

They've fucked off, gone. I don't mess with these things, OK?

- What kind of things? - By dear God...

Mr Muzaffer. I have to find Veysel.

Find him then. What's it to me?

I'm busy miss, OK? I don't know your son or that asshole Halil.

Whatever they messed with, it's none of my shit, OK?

- Assholes. - Don't you worry if something happened?

You don't get it at all Miss. I'm busy, now move it!

- Where's Halil's mother? - None of your business.

Where is she?

She's dead.

There you go.

�ule?

I asked for H�seyin, there were two soldiers, they went inside and stayed.

They stayed in for ten minutes and then...

...they said no such person came in.

There was another station down there.

I went there, they asked and searched.

They asked each others and said no one...

...called H�seyin came here, for sure.

Then I went up, took my husband. Left him home and came again.

I saw different soldiers. I told them to please understand.

He must be hungry, let me give him a piece of bread I said.

They went in and said, yes H�seyin was brought here just this afternoon.

I cooked some, thing for them and my son.

They said he was OK here.

I knew he was not guilty, so I was a little bit relieved.

Because they asked if your son is not guilty, so I was relaxed.

But my feet were swollen, of course the whole day with slippers.

I told the brother, take this melon to H�seyin...

...he said H�seyin is not there.

I was out of my mind and said something happened to him.

They said he was there and now they say he's not here.

That night I stayed up until the morning I went to...

...the mountains and shouted.

It was as if the mountains screamed together with me.

I cried a lot. I go to check the boys to see whose eyes they resemble.

If they have my son's eyes, my son's hands.

They saw him killed, wrapped in a blanket. They saw his shirt.

They phoned and said the shirt, wrapped...

...in a blanket they took him to the river.

And then left him there. He's there, my son.

I just said give me his bones, let me have a grave.

I always wanted this, but this didn't happen.

Disappearing is very difficult.

��kran! ��kran stop!

- You bitch! Worthless bitch! - Whatever!

- You bitch! - Admit he's dead.

They won't give the body to me. Take it!

- That's not Veysel. - He is.

I saw Veysel. He's alive. I will find him and we'll spit on your face.

You are dreaming. Take him from there.

Why do you have toast every lunch?

Isn't the answer obvious?

- Don't you cook the food? - Yeah, that's why.

- You're so funny. You're kidding. - No.

Eating toast with you makes me happy.

That bum counts every bite I take.

- Come on! - Really!

Come tomorrow, let me give you a feast.

Thank you. I will stay home.

What will you do at home on your own?

- Mr Ahmet! - I'm sorry to disturb.

Of course not, please come in.

I couldn't sleep last night. Something strange happened.

I hesitated to tell.

- I was restless all night. - Why, something happened?

Last night a cousin of mine, Cezmi came to visit. He's a policeman.

I hadn't seen of him since a long time. He talks a lot anyway.

- He told me something weird. - What?

A youngster. While he was detained, he ran away during transfer.

He escaped when the car had an accident.

They ran after him but couldn't get him. His name was Veysel.

I was not sure of myself. I inquired more, but he didn't answer.

The boy escaped, they all ran after him but they couldn't catch him.

They kept it from the papers. It's been 5-10 days.

- He says he was seen in another city. - Where?

I don't know. He didn't say.

I insisted but he didn't say a word more.

And I didn't insist more because he could be suspicious.

Maybe it's all coincidence. Or Cezmi's exaggeration. I don't know.

Where's this Cezmi?

Uncle Ahmet?

This is not right. This was supposed to be between us.

But it's a special situation.

I don't care. Turn the volume down!

This was supposed to be a secret. So you can't keep any.

- Is it him? - You are toying with my profession.

- Don't exaggerate. Just information. - I said is it him?

- Uncle... - Is it him?

Looks like him... I think it is him.

I saw him very briefly. A few minutes.

Maybe it's him. How would I know?

Where was he last seen?

Mardin. He was last seen in Mardin.

Your son is dangerous. They won't let him live for long.

What is he doing in Mardin? Why should he go there?

His father was from there.

But there's nobody left there.

I had never thought about the distances until that day.

I've never imagined 'the far away'.

That they, when I learnt where my son could be...

...as the trust of my son being alive...

...I also understood the distances can be boring.

He was there... At a place far away...

I was here, missing him.

My heart needed him.

He was far away from me, a place where I have no idea of.

'Far away' is where my son is.

This is my first real vacation in my life.

The longest, the most unquite and the most hopeful vacation...

I had never seen beyond Ankara.

I had no idea about the beyond of Ankara.

The only thing I knew was, Veysel was waiting for me somewhere there.

- He killed three people. - What?

The boy inside. Murderer of three.

He shot three in their heads. Vendetta.

He escaped!

- To Diyarbak�r? - Mardin. I'll go to Mardin from there.

- Mardin is hot in this season. - Excuse me?

Mardin I said. It's hot in this season. Have a nice voyage.

As I look back to the ones I've left...

...I now feel more like reaching to a place than leaving.

A place, a land, a sky that I've never seen...

I was so sure that Veysel is waiting for me there.

As soon as I arrive there, I would find waiting for me.

IDs!

- Is there a hotel here? - Up the stairs.

- Up those stairs? - Yes.

- Hello. - Yes?

- I want a room. - A room? For you?

- Yes, for me. - You'll stay alone?

- A single room? - Yes, a single room.

ID. For registration.

Come then.

- Is there a restaurant near? - Yes. - Where?

To the right. But you have to walk a little.

- I can bring your meal to your room. - No, thank you.

- Excuse me! - Yes ma'am. - The bill please.

One million, three hundred.

- Did you see him? Maybe? - No. I don't know him.

Where's the police station?

To the end of the market. That way.

My colleagues have already explained the situation to you, ��kran, right?

- Miss ��kran. I have nothing to add. - I still wanted to see you.

- Sure, but I can't do anything. - But they have seen him.

- Who did? - He was seen. I've been told so.

- Whoever told you so, bring him here. - But he was seen.

You search him in the wrong places. Ask him to the others.

You're the last thing I can handle miss...

...when I'm so busy early in the morning.

- He's my son. - Really?

Other mothers come here to get their sons' corpses.

They too are mothers.

If you get any news... I'm... At Bayraktar Hotel.

I'll give you an advice. Be cautious.

Especially against some people. Dangerous types roam around here.

And watch your mouth.

I'm busy now. Come on.

Yes Mr Ahmet. They say he's not here.

The police say he's not here.

The gendarmerie says so, too. They say there is no one here.

I don't know... I don't know...

I'll go to the governor.

Yes... Yes, it's difficult but what should I do?

OK, thank you. No, I'll call you again.

Goodbye. Thank you.

What do I owe?

Five million.

What is it?

- Are you looking for your son? - How do you know?

- You'll go see Dervi� Agha. - Who?

- Go see Dervi� Agha. - Who's that?

You'll go to him. If you want to find your son go to him.

Not before 2-3 days. On the other side in Syria.

They went to get a bride.

- Are you lost? - Yes, all streets look the same.

Do you know where the governor is?

Yes, the streets are alike here. You get lost easily.

Go straight. You'll get to the main street.

As I told you ma'am, the governor is in Ankara for 3 days.

Nothing would happen if he were here.

Leave your petition to the reception.

- My son is 20 years old, Veysel. - Yes you said so. 20 years old.

- Leave your petition to the reception. - They saw him here.

- If it is that way, he'll be found. - It's that way.

- Fine then. Leave the petition. - I left one in Istanbul...

Leave another petition here.

Come on ma'am, I'm busy. Do as I say. Come on!

You had a relative, a policeman, what was his name?

Cezmi, Cezmi. Mr Ahmet, please talk with him again.

Yes.

Maybe he knows more.

A name or something... I beg you.

OK.

Thank you so much Mr Ahmet... I...

I'll give you the phone number of the hotel I'm staying at.

Bayraktar Hotel. 3405021.

That's right. The code is 482.

Mr Ahmet, talk with him. He should, he should know.

Thank you Mr Ahmet. I'll be waiting for your call.

Thank you. Goodbye.

- Welcome. What would you like? - Tea.

Just a second!

- Did you ever see him? - No. I don't know him.

Hello Miss. Do you mind?

- Who are you? - Well, this man is German. A journalist.

And I'm trying to help him. He wants to talk with you.

What will he talk about?

My name is Gerhard. I'm a journalist.

- He says he's a journalist. - I got that. What does he want?

You are looking for your son.

- He asks if we can sit. - What do you want from me?

He just wants to talk.

I'm working on missing cases.

I'm interested in your story and your son.

Your son is important for me. Understand?

- Do you know where he is? - No.

- She says you will find him. - What?

All mothers find their children and all children find their mothers.

- What'd she say? - They all wait in front of the door.

She says that there is only a door between.

Then you can reach your son.

- The water's not running. - It happens. Regulation cut probably.

- When will it run? - Who knows?

- Tonight? - Maybe.

- Any calls for me? - No. Phone lines are cut too.

There's a big operation running. God knows for how long.

Dervi� Agha will be back tomorrow. For your information.

- Who is it? - It's me Gerhard. The journalist.

- What is it? - Please...

I have to tell you something.

- What do you want? What? - Please. It's about your son.

Please open the door.

Excuse me. It's late I know.

My room is next to yours. I thought that...

- We should meet. - About what? What do you want from me?

Help... Maybe I can help you.

How? Why?

Who is your son?

Tell me a little. What happened to him?

- None of your business. I thought... - No, no...

But... Your son is Veysel. His name is Veysel, isn't it?

Do you know something about him? Do you know where he is?

No... But I am a journalist.

- I can write... Just tell me a little. - No, no, no.

- Just a second. I didn't order dessert. - On the house Miss.

Just a second Sister. Show me the photograph.

- Your son, isn't it? - My son. Do you know him?

- I saw him once. - Where?

CooI down sister. I didn't see him, but I know who saw him.

- Who, where is he? - Not so easy. This is no child's play.

What do you want me to do?

- The mosque at 5 PM. Do you know where? - Yes I know it.

I will bring him there. Don't say a word to anyone...

...it can be dangerous. But...

- But what? - Do you have money?

How much?

- Not much but this sucker asks money. - How much?

- Ask him I don't know. But bring 50. - OK...

- What happened? - He'll tell all. But he's scared.

- What do we do? - Sister, I got in trouble for you.

He was scared and tried to run. I convinced him, but he wants more.

- What now? - You know better.

You want to see your son and that's my best.

- Wait... Take this. And this too. - You wait here.

Bastards!

The clients. They eat, drink and leave without paying.

- What is it? Something wrong? - No, nothing.

Someone called from �stanbul, Ahmet.

When? What did he say?

He said a policeman, Cezmi or something...

He said he was on holiday. He couldn't talk with him.

- What was his name sister? - Veysel.

- Veysel who? - Veysel Aksoy.

You've been to the police.

I have. They said he was not there.

- I've been to the gendarmerie too. - They said no? Weird, real weird.

What will you do with your son?

I... I have to find him.

Don't stand there. Come, eat something.

I already ate. Thank you.

- We have a wedding tomorrow. - So I heard. Congratulations.

Thank you. Is your son married?

He's not. He's too young yet.

Go back home. It's not our business to find missing children. Go home.

- What? - You came from �stanbul, go back.

- But... - No 'but's, go home.

- My son Veysel, he's here. - Go home sister. That's for the best.

He is there. Somewhere in the dark...

No... No, I'm sure he's here. I know it.

I don't know. I'll go mad... I don't know.

What should I do? I'm waiting Mr Ahmet!

He's here! I know he's here! He's here I said! Here!

Dervi� Agha!

Dervi� Agha!

Find him for me!

- Will you pray? - No, I was just... Looking.

Pray... For what you are looking for.

How do you know that I'm searching?

It's a small town. Everyone knows everything.

- Do you pray for your son? - I do, I do.

I have a son, too. But I don't know where he is now.

- I always pray for him. - Do you really have a son?

Yes. One. He looks like me. Only his face.

Have a good day. I hope your wishes come true.

Thank you. You are very nice. Thank you so much.

I lit a candle for your son. It always works.

I mean sometimes.

That day, I prayed such heartfelt that I've never prayed before.

I was waiting for him...

And he was waiting for me...

My heart was in pain.

Don't shout, it' me Halil. Veysel's friend from the workshop.

Halil! You! Where's Veysel?

How did you find me? Where's Veysel?

- If you calm down, I'll tell all. - OK. Where's Veysel, is he OK?

Why did you come here? Are you mad?

I called you. I phoned many times.

Tell me where Veysel is. Tell me the truth, where is he?

I will tell, OK. If you'll be calm. I'll tell all. Veysel...

Fuck!

Come sister.

Sister, come have a seat.

Is something wrong? Your face is white as paper.

Do you want water?

I did my military service in �stanbul. I know those places.

But never had the chance to see there again.

My son is dead.

I hope yours lives long.

- What is this? - Yours. They mistakenly took it.

I brought it back.

- That German... - What about him?

- Where is he? - He left the hotel last night.

But you don't leave. Maybe there'll be some news.

Excuse me sister. They want to see you. About your son.

- Are you Veysel's mother? - Yes!

We'll take you to him.

- You will... Take me to him? - Not now.

Stay in your room tomorrow. We'll contact you.

- But... - You heard us. You will wait.

All right.

- Excuse me sister. They will take you. - How?

The unused cargo station. They'll pick you up from there.

OK.

Bow your head sister.

Veysel is waiting for you in the house with the green door.

We will be waiting for you here.

Veysel?

Veysel! My Veysel! My dear, dear...

- You are not Veysel! - I am Veysel.

- You're not my mother! - Where is Veysel?

Where is he? Where is my dear?

My God! Where is my Veysel? Where is my Veysel?

I risked my life for you. They said, your mother is looking for you.

Who are you? Where is my mother? Who the hell are you?

I am looking for my Veysel. My son.

I am Veysel. Veysel Aksu.

- Who's this? - My son. My Veysel.

Veysel Aksu.

Who are you? Where did you come from?

Fuck! Who is your son? Where is he?

I don't know. He disappeared.

Disappeared...

I came to see my mother. Fuck.

Your mother... Were you waiting for your mother?

They said so. They said, your mother will see you.

- She must have missed you. - You scratched my face.

I... Suddenly was upset.

- Where did this Veysel disappear? - In Istanbul...

He disappeared.

- Are you looking for him here? - Yes.

- How did he get lost? - Don't know. He just did.

My Veysel got lost. My dear got lost. Lost... Lost...

It was difficult for me to get here.

They should be looking for me now.

It must've been difficult for you too.

- They said, you will see Veysel. - Well you saw me.

- Who's this? - My mother. Doesn't look like you.

You look like her.

She says so. She says, just like me.

- How long has it been? - Haven't seen her for a long time.

Long time... Very long time.

Me too. I haven't seen him for a very long time.

You'll anyway find him. Or he will find you.

I don't know... I don't know.

I don't know.

Your head, sister.

Miss ��kran? You will come with us.

Is this your son, Veysel Aksu?

He is.

That day, I left everything behind me.

I thought that it would be the longest vacation of my life.

The longest and the most hopeful...

But every vacation has an end.

A vacation is a place you first go, then leave and come back to your home.

With always 'hope' and always 'despair'...

Always 'finding' and always 'losing'...

The ones we think lost are...

...actually the ones we search at wrong places.

In fact they're waiting for us behind a door.

A door that will open one day to a wide wide desert.

You wait with a restless heart to meet your beloved on the other side.

You feel a breeze blowing through...

...the door from the desert with his smell.

You want to go, to have peace but the door is closed for you.

There are days you must live.

Nothing calms your heart. Nothing.

Only one thing; a whisper heard through the keyhole.

Saying, "he will come back, won't he Mommy?"

Yes, he will darling. He will come back.