A feeling of heimweh was evoked when a friend quoted me the following passage,

Frisch weht der Wind
Der heimat zu
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilst du? 

Ridiculous, because I am home in Singapore. Maybe it’s because I do miss wandering the streets, churches and museums of Deutschland though.. Of course, I doubt he was referring to me, as I am neither Irisch nor Kind. But to find in someone who quotes Wagner and TS Eliot…

Wirklich ein Schatz (: