Memories from the repository

Hi again, after a long time!
After Finland, I "enjoyed" Italy with my beloved foreigner. I may describe Italy to you all, but this is not my task. I may tell you the feelings of such foreigner, as far as I know, but that is not my tasks. I may express my own feelings, but this is not your business.

As I said in other posts, when I don't post I'm not being lazy: I just prepare bigger posts! And so I'm going to "publish" the memories, i.e. publish here what I wrote on paper during my stay in Finland. Now plug you headphones and play Korpiklaani full volume, we're going back to the first day I left for the land of lakes....

10-06-08
Leaving is always the same. A restless night, an early morning, and with the most casual attitude, you say farewell. The day before is a singular one also. It's such a random day. Usually with good weather, a nice afternoon, a wonderful dinner. A "goodnight", something you forgot to do, and, as an everyday "bye" you say farewell; be it for a week, a month or forever.
That's leaving. Leaving is mystic, it's a religion. [...]
I had a weird dream. I left my old house in Dublin, and I brought with me everything: pieces of my closet, tables...
But something (as my Lego collection :| ) I couldn't bring with me. Back to Italy though I discovered that a weird warp portal was in the room upstairs, so that objects could be transferred from Osimo to Dublin effortlessly. [...] I can find nothing to feed the sense of loss, nothing to replace the Emerald. [...] Leaving is forgiving.

11-6-08
Qualche volta ti viene voglia di non fermarti, di prendere aereo su aereo e continuare a viaggiare.
[translation] Sometimes you want to go on, not stopping, to take the next airplane and keep on travelling.

14-6
I've been in Finland fro three days now. The world is so small sometimes. I've run into a small italian food shop. Inside it, nobody but a chubby, bald italian with rough, generous hands. He's been living in finland for 6 years now, with his finnish wife...
He made me nice discounts, offered us a coffee. It's hard to make a living here, he says. Well, no wonder. Italians can't really stand the cold, the silence... finns have bidet though.
And then I even saw Joni, the finn from UCD. I couldn't believe it. Dublin is the entire world, isn't it?
Sometimes in the evening I think I'll go out with Christian, or early in the morning I think about meeting Alice and Giorgia smoking in the courtyard. I still imagine to see kate waving at me through windows. That world is no more. Is it so difficult to settle down in this country, so hard to change homeland? Andrea did. He was alone, but smart and with a clear aim. Maß und Ziel.


20-6-08
In this long time abroad I've stopped writing and playing. Producing. I've been dull to the world but not to myself. I've produced myself. I'm increased, not in size but in capacity. My own world expanded.


There is much more! It will come, with time...