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Going back to my hometown has been a very interesting experience. The old streets seem very strange, yet I've seen them so many times in my life. My memory bounces back at me every time I step forward under the trees in the city park, my heart skips a beat every time I look at the people who I lived with all my life. As a foreigner of my hometown, I feel alien yet part of it at the same time. Is it a dream? It is a nostalgic return to the origins of everything, my life and my future.