....Ricordo poco altro della serata, un trenino, risate...musica mai sentita, ma cantata a squarciagola dagli altri, una sigaretta persa nella borsa...un taxi chiamato gentilmente da un mio collega (futuro supervisore....ma all'epoca non lo sapevo) che mi riporta in albergo per una sana dormita...
...La mattina dopo...tutto l'incanto e la meraviglia è svanito....mi viene in mente la canzone di Jovanotti "gente della notte" quando parla di come le persone alla sera appaiano in un modo e al mattino in un altro...bè per me è stato lo stesso...la mattina dopo non ci volevo credere...ho stentato anche a riconoscermi...a capire dove fossi...a fare due più due...ma poi mi sono ripresa, ho rifatto i bagagli e mi sono diretta verso la stazione nuovamente piena di speranze e di propositi positivi...
Che sarà mai un posto a 200km da Londra...ma si è quasi Londra, posso sempre dire di essere in periferia...è o non è Londra una megalopoli europea???
Forse sto esagerando....ma alla fine devo pur far schiattare d'invidia tutti coloro che ho lasciato in Italia???
Ahahaha... che ingenua....il treno è fermo vicino alla banchina...mi avvicino per capire se il biglietto che il bigliettaio mi ha fatto è quello giusto...dato che gli ho mimato quello che volevo per fargli capire che desideravo comprare un biglietto normale e non uno per il treno super veloce che mi sarebbe costato un patrimonio....
Salgo sul treno, mi sistemo con estrena fatica...e arriva...il senso di inadeguatezza...si insinua...tra le pagine del libro che mi sono portata dall'Italia per sentirmi un pò a casa....e scoppio a piangere...così...su due piedi...senza un apparente motivo...alla fine...tutto sta andando a posto...sono arrivata, sono sopravvissuta...non sto facendo nulla di male, anzi dovrei fare qualcosa che ho desiderato tanto...ma tutto questo non serve a nulla...scoppio a piangere lo stesso....e mi scopro a pensare a casa...ai gattini che ho lasciato da soli....
...a Luca....
THE DAY AFTER...TRAVELLING TO COVENTRY
I remember not a lot of the evening, laughter ... never heard sound, but sing their hearts out from the others, lost a cigarette in the bag ... called a taxi ... courtesy of my colleague (my future supervisor) that brings me back to the hotel for a healthy night's sleep ...
The next morning ... all ... the magic and the wonder is gone .... I remember the song by Jovanotti "People of the night" when he talks about how people appear in the evening and in an another way in the morning ... well for me was the same the next morning ... I did not want to believe ... I also found it hard to recognize me ... I had to figure out where to put two and two ... but ... then I recovered, I redid my luggage and headed down to the station once again full of hope and good intentions ...
What will a place 200 km from London??? ... it is almost London, I can always say that I leave in the suburbs ... Is it or not London a European metropolis??
Maybe I'm exaggerating .... but finally I've got to burst with envy all those who have left in Italy!!!
Ahahah ... that naive .... the train is stopped near the shore ... I approached to see if the ticket that the guy into the office has given me is the right one ... given that I mimicked what I wanted to show him that I wanted to buy a normal ticket and not a ticket for the super fast train that would cost me a fortune ....
I get on the train, I settle ... and get a sense of inadequacy ... ... ... creeps between the pages of the book that I brought from Italy to feel at home ... . and burst into tears ... well ... two feet ... for no apparent reason ... the end ... everything is going alright ... I arrived, I survived ... I'm not doing anything wrong, rather I should do something that I wanted so much ... but this does not help bursting into tears ... the same .... and I find myself thinking of home ... to kittens that I left alone ....
and Luca too ...
THE DAY AFTER...TRAVELLING TO COVENTRY
I remember not a lot of the evening, laughter ... never heard sound, but sing their hearts out from the others, lost a cigarette in the bag ... called a taxi ... courtesy of my colleague (my future supervisor) that brings me back to the hotel for a healthy night's sleep ...
The next morning ... all ... the magic and the wonder is gone .... I remember the song by Jovanotti "People of the night" when he talks about how people appear in the evening and in an another way in the morning ... well for me was the same the next morning ... I did not want to believe ... I also found it hard to recognize me ... I had to figure out where to put two and two ... but ... then I recovered, I redid my luggage and headed down to the station once again full of hope and good intentions ...
What will a place 200 km from London??? ... it is almost London, I can always say that I leave in the suburbs ... Is it or not London a European metropolis??
Maybe I'm exaggerating .... but finally I've got to burst with envy all those who have left in Italy!!!
Ahahah ... that naive .... the train is stopped near the shore ... I approached to see if the ticket that the guy into the office has given me is the right one ... given that I mimicked what I wanted to show him that I wanted to buy a normal ticket and not a ticket for the super fast train that would cost me a fortune ....
I get on the train, I settle ... and get a sense of inadequacy ... ... ... creeps between the pages of the book that I brought from Italy to feel at home ... . and burst into tears ... well ... two feet ... for no apparent reason ... the end ... everything is going alright ... I arrived, I survived ... I'm not doing anything wrong, rather I should do something that I wanted so much ... but this does not help bursting into tears ... the same .... and I find myself thinking of home ... to kittens that I left alone ....
and Luca too ...
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