Very aware that using these incidental scrawlings to magic-carpet my way back to a reasonable existence (antebellum life) in Belgrade, Sarajevo, Cluj, etc. is a bit like the arctic explorer sketching Tahiti, or perhaps a child who has fallen from the table making noises to cause the giant ones to restore him to the place of food and cheer.
But, as I've suggested, if that is the basic posture of the mind, it serves as a marker for existence.
And it's occasionally the prelude to figuring out your own way back to the table.