Watching. I never say much, rarely talk unless invited to. Never initiate a conversation.
Was thinking back, it is that time of year. Another year. Maybe the last, who knows?
Of how we came here. Riding my motor cycle. 
Any properties for sale, I asked my now close friend , owner of the shop.
I kind of like this soi.
There is one that might be for sale, but not sure. It is empty, has been for years. Owner now lives in America.She means to come back there.
Contact her, ask if she will sell.
So that is how we came here. Destiny?
Owner, lady , came back from America to meet us. Agreed she could sell to us. All very strange.
Then having bought we knocked half of the place down and rebuilt.
The Tardis I call it, from the front a smallish bungalow, but step in and shock, it is huge, the building we made , designed.
Ramble on.
I have never lived in one place for so long. I will not leave. I might die else where. That can not be.
Sitting watching.
I know every person and they know me. No need for words.
Children I have known since birth, young adults I knew as children.
Sitting watching, contemplating.
Such a special place.
My first son came here before the disaster in Samui.
Are you not afraid to walk at night down this street?
Why should I be, I know everyone and everyone knows me. I was more afraid in your home town where there were plenty who wished me dead.
Very true, a fact.
I do not live in fear here. I did there.
I will not go back.
It would require me to meet others. If they wish to meet me, come here. One is not welcome and he knows it, first son.