I put one step in front of another down the path through the tangled yellow-reddish leaves, in the air full of causeless, in the peaceful world of this small city, so inappropriate and almost defiant for the turmoil and the dream within me…
Few people only were walking down the leafy paths, in silence, neither too fast nor too slow. I passed by in a hurry, unable to adjust my pace to theirs but to the speed of my own monday morning thoughts. Maybe they too were engaged in internal conversations with themselves… maybe things happen at first in the heart… all the things, be them good or bad. And then they move from inside out into words and facts.
If I was wondering all the time why I feel it is a kind of must for me to be here, despite the fact of hating this small city, now I know it is because my walks on the silent paved roads have been superimposed by the extraordinary walks on the roads of my heart.
I coudn’t leave this place in may or july, not because of the fear or quitting, I didn’t give it a damm in those turbulent moments, but because I was not being ready to move from inside out. The future only will tell the rest…
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