EXTRACT “ Once in a lifetime … a day starts and you realize that something strange is gone inside you.
Once in a lifetime … on a simply day … the people i had next, became, in my eyes, sterile …. …
I could not give anything, nor could i receive.
Thus it was that suddenly arose within me a force ever known that pushed me towards something that i only realized some time later.
A few days later, almost unconsciously, i loaded my car with the few things i need and left, without a goal or a reliable place to go, almost running away from anyone i knew.
I went instinctively toward the sun remained in October .. the South of Italy absorbed me and then he spitted me out towards Greece, even away from my native language.
I want to have the right to remain silent, the same one granted to those who are in a bunch of people speaking a foreign… unknown…language; …. incomprehensible!
At night, the sea is dark, the fellow travelers on the ship ….. appear sinister and inhospitable .. .but soon, the dawn in a solar and hot southern Greece reassured me with a nice smile, between lips of earth and eyelashes of sky.
Putting foot on the ground, in my quest of rebirth, I get hit by a hot wind of life, noise and shout…but calm at the same time, as in a bazaar excited early in the morning, warm and funny.
My car starts to eat kilometers while the landscape turns orange, then ocher, deep yellow, and then at that time embracing the blue sky.
I decided to go over with anger and frustration … the same anger and frustration that has who’s hunted innocently.
I do not understand Road signs with a menacing saltire black to cover a road sign in Cyrillic that, one after another, i meet until arriving at a border …
Macedonia … the ancient Macedonia in front of me, just beyond the customs! Who expected it ?!
The Macedonian people is friendly and ospitale.. even if immersed in the heart of the earth, the sea far away, immediately gives the sense of a people that has a rich history in the millennia.
Wonder what it meant the inscription in Cyrillic that i had met and he explain me that it is the name of their capital Skopje … … of which i didn’t even know the existence … while always been fascinated by geography!
I was so much in the city where everything is life.
I do not wake up happy in the morning yet, but .. ..the streets.. macedonian citizens ..and a woman with a Macedonian name meaning “loving” reminded me that the human being is also merciful, ..who knows befriend without wanting nothing back ..only for the sheer pleasure to be of assistance.
Still i don’t have desire to talk and often i use my false ignorance about their language ..and so… while my friends talk, sitting in a coffee bar in front of the wonderful salads Macedonians unusually served to accompany the beers or Turkish coffee … i take this opportunity to look around, looking nothing… to be honest..
During one of these hot nights, i decided to take a walk in the city center.
New buildings are growing rapidly, while a car with the rear window smashed by a stone, stops at a traffic light and a chariot pulled by two horses dressed with beautiful colored feathers placed parallel to the ears, alongside …
Sounds of gypsy rhythms, come from streets ..as a carnival .. my steps are relaxed and calm until my feet stop.
Looking at the ground ,i realize to stay over a tile with a written … . in cyrillic obviously ..that, ..for my laziness, still not learned ..and so i ask the meaning.
Someone explained me that this is the point where the native house of Mother Teresa was located.
At that exact moment, the time around me has stopped … a feeling of warmth and well-being has pervaded me … and i’ve understood why i had to do all those miles to reach a certain point of the earth, with … an exact latitude and longitude ..
I understood why the Macedonian people was immediately so familiar and friendly to me.
The feeling of loneliness, confusion and bewilderment abandoned me that moment ..and , in the same instant .. a sense of balance in the world sorrounding, had taken me…… finally!
In that moment i realized that we, human beings, are committed till exasperation in manipulating our destiny, just because influenced by other models or false induced needs, for all the life, when in fact this balance has always given us everything we had really needed.
Just then, finally, i understood the reason for that strength to whom it had been impossible to resist, that pushed me, that distant day, starting and following my instincts.
Life had returned serene and lush inside me, as if by magic.
Finally i understood why all this days was submerged inside a particular balance.”(EXTRACT)
As Pirandello said: You will learn at your expense,during the long journey of your life, you will meet many masks and a few faces.
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