And finally here it is, the plane that takes me back in Italy.
been almost two months. That are almost nothing, in the course of a lifetime, but they become something, perhaps a story during a trip, when time flows at different speeds, the experience becomes more dense, stronger, deeper.
remit it to place the clock that does not harbor more than 16 years, and I'll try to get back on the same time zone where I lived so far.
But basically I know that will never be exactly the same time, and the same time zone.
Perhaps because the latter flight will earn me a few minutes. I've always dreamed of traveling in the opposite direction to the sun as Phileas Fogg: he in 80 days has been around the world, I have been content to go on the other side of the world. But as a child I was fascinated by the story he had gained a day traveling from the sun, although I confess I did not have fully understood the explanation. Perhaps there was something I will earn even tonight. Also only 5 minutes, but they are always 5 minutes ahead: you would like to, get to appointments with less delay, or cheer for the outcome of a game five minutes before the others know 5 minutes before all those who won the next election ( be 'this is easy, really, I know right now ...), know the restaurant bill before the others and suggest some safe bet to gamble ...
will be a bit 'like living in the interstitial space of two time zones. With the body I'll be the one in Rome (which is the same in Berlin ...), with the rest somewhere unspecified on the ocean, where there are no islands and no one knows who now face, or be done as a clock ...
Also because I do not know what country I'll find on my return, I read the news on the site of the Republic could hardly recognize it ... I greeted
Buenos Aires in the only way I could, and that is with a "soon." I hope that one of the projects conceived or initiated here I bring back back soon, there are still parts of me that I know I'm here but I have not tried, and then found, when I was upside down. There are many aspects of this huge city and family, snobbish, popular, intelligent and melancholy, which I have yet to know and understand.
And then, of course, there's another journey, the inner one, as in any self-respecting good trip. It was a challenging trip, this was to cross inhospitable territory and difficult comparisons in the Puna has been a breeze, there was to go places in oblivion, exploring regions from which I had always kept well away.
Not everything is successful, the sites are not always as good as expected, not all findings have been nice. But as always when you browse, the important thing is to begin to have a map, even approximately, some reference points to guide you, remove all that white on the maps and begin to draw mountains, lakes, seas, and, most importantly, roads and paths.
I needed to relearn how to be alone, I mean, to be in the company of myself without all that outline of needs and negative feelings that accompanied me as a side dish required in recent years. And, if you can use a metaphor taken from the software world for humans, I needed to find (or build?) Version 2.0 myself.
For both of these things of course it takes more time, but it was a beginning, and promising, I think.
And so yes, the hero is back different, like in a film or a novel worthy of respect, or to return to real life, as in any journey that is truly such.
But these are credits, and then they can not miss thanks.
Thanks to those who encouraged me before leaving, remembering that had meaning for me this trip.
Thanks to everyone who wrote on the blog, your comments have often ripped me a smile and always made me very very happy. "Muy buena onda," as my favorite expression in lunfardo. A special mention to that portion was the most frequent and fun for everyone. Thanks also to those who had the patience to read without comment (Epper a little effort you could also do so ...). Plague and horns instead of to those who have not read anything (true as I am graphomaniac and go against all netiquette to blog, but anyway ...).
Thanks to the 5-star hotels that hosted the Austrian-Swiss Simo and his indispensable mini-sewing kit, which saved me a couple of occasions (the buttons have the annoying habit of always trying to fall at inopportune moments. ..).
Thanks to everyone that I thought when I was in situations or places that made me come up with someone, even if my stupid smile on these occasions often strange thoughts aroused in the people around me ...
Thanks to all my fellow travelers before, travel is something that you learn a bit 'at a time, and that I knew I always learned with someone.
Thanks to those who I have heard via Skype, it is strange how powerful a voice to feel close and present.
Thanks to those who wrote to me, it was nice to have some small scraps of Italy (the best) and friendly words before falling asleep.
Thanks to all those I met in Argentina and that made me forget to be in an elsewhere that has quickly become an interesting present, rather than just an imagined future.
Thanks to those who commented on my strange feeling at home among the ways and customs of Buenos Aires with a "maybe you've been there in a previous life, who knows maybe it is true, I hope to be in state '20s, I would have liked.
Thanks to those who try to console me once in Italy! And to those who sorbirà endless photo sessions and stories ...
For all this space on the internet is only temporarily suspended, waiting for my return to Argentina next.
And for those who were willing, keep reading because I have a couple of weeks back, and now that my diary has become this, write again and the Andean Northwest of Buenos Aires.
Just do not lose the habit.
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