Feelings...

When I was a kid I liked to look at maps of the world. I liked to watch how big it was. Too big to see it all.
Anyway there was no sense in seeing it all. The world is pretty much all the same: cities, roads, filthy cities, deserts and mountains sometimes. The world of men.
"tutto il mondo è paese" we say in italian.
It is incredible how Dublin can look. This is a grey day, with clouds everywhere, much humidity, no rain. In such a strange way memories of the past come to me but they seem to fade... are they real? How can they be real, if they happened so far in time and space?
Other memories become stronger, and I don't know why now that sunset in Tonsberg seems to be happened yesterday.
Strange feelings mingle when you study italian literature in Ireland. When you eat cheddar and for a single moment it tastes like caciotta.
Each place we live in, a new life we have. Yes, maybe is possible to escape the ghosts of our past.

Munin