Sitting in my house as my beloved Canadian-Italian friend just left: the bottle of wine opened, my bedroom a mess again as I am slowely getting ready to pack, the damn e-mail not working on my damned outlook as I am desperatly trying to shoot the last work e-mails. The picture above, made by an incredible woman who lives in Madrid and who spend some time with me in Brazil, Riga and in Rome, is the reason why I am pondering over the future of my Roman flat. For this is the time I get to have a home on my own expat basis: the widnows and the doors are always opened to the visits of my friends, past and future.
As I am sitting here I am wondering if my dear friend Bachus will come back from Canada in time to still see me sit in the same apartment, will I be in Rome or will I have to take the matters in my hands and eventually move to a different part of the world? "I love Rome" is the mantra I repeat daily, but making my life here is becoming increasingly difficult... December will not see much of me in Rome whereas it is Rome that it is all about: trying to stay here. I have been fired and hired several times past weeks by the same organization without my knowledge as it is all about the fight for next year's budget within the divisive politics of North-South dynamic over the future of a person that is neither from the "West" nor from the "South". These weeks of demotivation and uncertainty about my work have been a blessing and a gift. I have had a rare chance to explore my new neighborhood, to spend time with my beloved Roman friends, to live a more "normal" life.
I hope that Portuguese Fado will heal. Hopefully the works side of the Portuguese trip will be less dramatic.
This orchidea was all about the rare moments of being still... Still as in not down nor depressed, just still. Admiring its beauty. I thank Sonia for this picture.
Yes, all the pictures in this blog are my pictures hence each time I use those of others I give due credit...
