Me & Elke Maravilha, Sao Paulo.
Luigi asked if I had a last wish for my last 60 minutes in Berlin. I took his bicycle and rode through Pankow neighbourhood. The sun was going down and the moon, uncommonly orange, was taking its place. A church bell started ringing loud. When it stopped, Berlin wasn’t there for me anymore: the way to the airport is already a purgatory.
TRIP
I came back to São Paulo about 10 days ago, but it takes some time to realize the whole history. Started between October and November of 2011, when my British friend reminded me about his several invitations to go visit him. In a “why not?” way I finally accepted. Searching for cheap flight tickets didn’t take time as much as to sort out my luggage for a not-Brazilian-at-all winter.
After 1 week in London it came out that my clothes were crap. Then I though, maybe my body was crap. And probably I was a big crap as well. Probably I wasted the time that I could have been there before. I could have learned more languages. I could have ran away from some annoying third-world stuff which I think never let me reach myself. Good. After this, I restarted feeling my potentials, my good part, then I came across my confidence, met many people.
Time runs so fast, it was almost February, I had to go to Berlin. One week before, I went to Madrid for a short time, but long enough to make me feel at home, some human heat, Latin realness, I was speaking spanish and understanding everything. Though things were quite expensive for a fucked up country, I knew Museo del Prado, the best I’ve ever been so far.
Berlin was so cold. I came out from the airport, my hands started freezing, even after I jumped into the taxi, I couldn’t feel them for 5 minutes. First I went to a Hostel, then to an old woman’s home. The truth is that I had no place to stay, because my only plan was to study german for one month, and it was enough planning for me, cause I never plan anything. So everything was contained in that plan, I mean, everything that was supposed to happen to me, would be linked to studying german. It worked. Always works. On my first Berliner week I met a friend of a friend from Italy that not only rented me a bedroom but also taught me many things, from buying pot to pasta recipes. It was totally different from London. In Berlin I was really vulnerable, all by myself, letting days flow. I can say that Berlin was the highest point of my journey. This way of living (or traveling) made me feel clever, made me notice a rare collective intelligence and sweetness that one can easily call as destiny, cause it is so magic and really touches one’s heart. I realized that our “now” is just an accumulation of billions of kind feelings, acts and ideas, which we must keep refreshing worldwide.
Then I came back to São Paulo. Now I’m curious about my city, I can listen more carefully to my heart, I feel confident about my ideas. I just hope it’s enough to don’t let some Brazilian reality hit me again.
WELTFRAUENTAG \o/
Quiz especial: O que Dilmabo, a presidAnta do Brasil, foi fazer em Hannover, Alemanha, semana passada?
a) Me lembrar que ela existe;
b) Acuendar Angela Merkel, a quem conheceu no Gayromeo;
c) Fugir um pouco de Brasília, onde teme ser confundida com homossexual e apanhar;
d) Palestrar sobre o que ela mais entende: “opções sexuais” e direitos humanos; ou
e) Comer um döner kebap.
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