Who would have thought?
After so long, somewhat surprisingly, 'me too. Not so much the act of writing on the blog, but the fact that they feel the need . There are many days I've been waiting for the right moment, it was not easy. The apology is the same old: commitments, hectic, no time to sleep ... In reality, I realize that is a bit 'my way to avoid me, to postpone a confrontation with myself, from which I could potentially come out battered, but certainly a better idea.
So now there are, in my room once in the heart of a stormy night (!), With a cup of steaming coffee on the side, ready to go. But the situation is delicate. The risk is of getting lost in the spumoni of thoughts in my head, mounted a bit 'at a time in recent weeks that its me in recent days has made the right consistency. So, to do some 'clarity, I have read the post of the move in July, and from the very moving.
So. And they are 8, a good number. The removals, of course. The CISA is no more, has finally dispelled by a solemn and intimate ceremony of his last two inhabitants. It 's a jump (as it says the post below). It 'an era that is gone, taking with him an atmosphere definitely unique. For better or worse. But the point is always change and that prompts us to make budgets, to seek confirmation, to aggrapaprsi to shreds in the past, while it is already looking to the future. CISA in the end I've been good: it was only a thin shell to protect me from the weather, but I did not need anything else. I'm surrounded by unique items to me at this time made sense. All things very practical, useful, able to directly evoke the most pleasant moments that I spent in recent months. Tools. This evening, my room was defined punk minimal. And I think that the definition identifies it perfectly. The photo above is the only thing here that I have hanging on the wall. Not that it was a thoughtful choice for me, or they have a meaning in a particular way. The fact is that for months I woke up throwing the eye on the opening monologue of Trainspotting. A few words, few words, sometimes I read it all. Now I'm afraid I know by heart. Definitely a nice piece, it conveys a strong message. What I find there is a call to awareness of choice. Those small and large decisions that you make in every moment of life and that mold and shape around what we are. Not subject to taxation or the convention, to be agents of their own future. Perhaps I have already also wrote some time ago. It 's important not to forget.
And so it was lifted, even the preposterous living at a distance that had arisen between me and Damian. I never imagined getting to think that I have crossed my mind this evening. However, tomorrow there will be someone who wakes up with a surprise.
Return on concrete. It was definitely one of the easier removal from the logistical point of view. Clothes in a bag. Other clothes in a bag of dirt style "journey of hope" (odorerò a bit 'of polyethylene in the coming days, now you know why). Dishwasher flow in the office. Backpack, rope and shoes in the car. So I even had time to do output with the group of alpine skiers of the most rowdy of the course Ugolini.
soaked to the underwear. Cold. In a snow with the consistency of a pudding, heavy and sticky uphill downhill. The lucky ones with the usual ski, someone less fortunate, with slopes recovered for the occasion, someone with snowshoes, and, finally, a daredevil with trekking shoes. It was like the retreat from Russia, but uphill. With a time that made absolutely no sense what we were fecendo. Yet. Perfect atmosphere. No stress, no one burst out even one sentence out of place. Too many times I found myself in different situations not to appreciate this. When fatigue, malaise, discomfort are nothing, why you do what you wanted, because you are in contact with nature, why did you say no to afternoons at the mall or in front of the TV or PC, whatever the cost. Here everyone could get their own motivations, but it remains a fact: go to the mountains also means calling the right blend of things in life. And it's great when you create a group of people that manages to be in tune as it is today. Everything will disappear with the melting snow? We'll see.
And now a cryptic paragraph, certainly the most difficult to write. But I owe me. I have to leave something written about this also. I hope to give a sense to the reader, without knowing anything about what that happened. There are situations that happen when you have the feeling that they are unavoidable. Or rather, that they are without being the logical consequence of a number of other things. Are events that happen by themselves, but with such a specific precision, and harmonizes so well with everything else that does not require any decision and do not allow doubts. It seems sensible that nothing exists outside of that thing. These situations bring with them a halo mysterious and powerful, which many call fate. Even pragmatic and rational people like me sometimes feel the presence of quest'aurea with surprise. So I happened to find the entrance of a new road, after a long time that I tried. Now I really want to see if my carrier dove spero, e magari oltre.
Buonanotte a tutti, ENRICO
