"If home is only the parental home, it is no thread; it is only the past. Letters written by parents are messages from a shore we are foresaking; all they can do is make us aware of how far we've strayed from the port we left, enveloped in the slefless devotion of our loved ones. Yes, their letters say, the port still exists, it's still there in all its' comforting, pristine beauty; but the road back , the way back is lost."
Kundera - The Joke