Postcard
You know the cathedral? Well I live in front of the tower ...
Snow falls silently and abundant over my head. It snows for half a day and the roofs I see from the windows of my apartment building's rooftop ul. Piwna 27/29 are completely white.
suggestively whites. Maybe it was in anticipation of what I'm seeing now that I agreed immediately to rent this apartment. Unbelievable.
even a film could be more perfect than the moment I am living. They sat down to write my post on the couch, laptop on her legs, lit the lamp near the sofa, the television looking at me and write out the steeples of the cathedral, which are becoming whiter. Thoughts fly. And there are billions that buzz in my head.
arrived here in Gdansk two things were immediately my attention: the speed with which the same day the weather changed so suddenly and shades of green.
I would wake up at 6am with the sun and get to bed at night at midnight they had seen rain and sun alternating weather .... just like a swing up and down .... sun and rain.
to create a whole more intriguing, lively, warm, was green. The green of the garden entrance of the old city, one of the woods near the airport or one of the huge garden that surrounds the city's technical university.
"Summer", or that season, known here as well, but in reality has nothing to do with that known to us, making the city alive. As if a photographer had set up a filter to bring out the essence of grass and leaves. Suddenly, however, the green gave way to red and yellow inflamed alleys, streets and gardens. Autumn had come as a big bully, charming fire. A smell of wet grass and damp earth invaded the city. The continuous and steady rain darkened the red roofs and gabled houses and the first thing I thought coming home was the cup of hot tea to sip in front of the window and looked out.
And now instead of white is The predominant color is hypnotized that I am here to see the flakes fall slowly, compact, in their organized chaos, reason that I, too, just like the time the city was, in the almost four months, changing attitude towards the world . To my world. To myself. Surely a little more human. Surely irremediably marked.
The experience is hard, but also beautiful. The work is rewarding, but exhausting. Yet for the first time in my life I do not feel "the urge to abbondonarmi to that uncontrollable urge to lament that eventually affects all of us who have. I feel that I can. With no one. Alone.
In reality I had always done. University choices personal, from the small newspapers that major problems trying to those who came to visit me, I was always successful with my strength. But the thought of "I can not complain" and then "lean" now this, now this one, I had always accompanied him.
Living alone makes you appreciate the little things. Living in a city in northern Europe, away from your suffering, far from your reality, surrounded by a hostile and harsh environment, where sunny days can be counted on the fingers of one hand, it makes you appreciate even more than the sun, but every single beam. And as the song begin again to see that everything around you is wonderful.
And now that the snow turned into rain and the rain is melting gradually the snow, finally began to make peace with myself. Or at least I try.