[Actually, he has no idea what that means, Albert, you're referencing English Lit of the Future. Looking puzzled by the metaphor, but getting the gist of the rest of it, he nodded.]

Yes, I can imagine. Things were not so easy when you left, it sounds as if. But, for all of the hard times, there might be good, too; sunshine and seasons and waiting for your musician to return from America.

Friendship, once gained, never really leaves us. I wonder if we might even remember this, should we return. Our souls would, I think, and that's the important bit. Either way, you'll be all right, ALbert. you're treasured here and you're treasured back home.