A few weeks ago I heard the story of a Syrian refugee who tried to escape the terror of war by fleeing to Europe with his family. When crossing the Mediterranian Sea their boat overturned and sunk. He lost his children and his wife that day. Being one of the few survivors of that tragedy they brought him to an island in Greece where he sat down on the beach and stared at the sea, refusing to move. He told the police that he wouldn't leave that place without his family. I don't know if this is a true story or an urban myth. Still it is one of the most heartbreaking things I have ever heard.
After carrying this story with me for a while I finally got around to putting the lyrics together when going from Yazd to Shar-e-Babak in Iran. I connected a bunch of one-liners and chunks of lyrics I had written down over the past few weeks. In Shar-e-Babak I stayed at the house of Iranian DJ Ramin. He had a recording studio built into his luxurious apartment. I managed to take some time off to record two fragments that I had written the weeks before. These included a verse in 9/8-measure and a solo-like theme compiled of a succession of jazz chords. Coming up with the chorus and changing the lyrics to fit the music finally allowed me to compile a song out of the fragments.