Line of thoughts

Call me posh, cocky or something like that if you like but today I'll elaborate on my memories from distant places which have a place in my heart. The thing is, as you who keep reading this blog for a while know, I've got a very strong feeling of being in the wrong place where I stand.

Don't get me wrong. Rio is a beautiful city, one of the most beautiful ones I've ever been to, my family is here and so are most of my dear friends but the city doesn't have the "it" that makes me feel home. Sure the people are (sometimes) nice and joyful yadda yadda, the skies are blue most of the days (like today), the beaches look good (fair enough) and you don't actually need to have the annoying routine of removing your coat every damn time you get indoors...fine.

But (there's always plenty of those, right?) I cannot do things I really cherish and value most like walking in the streets at 3 am without the risk of being murdered/robbed/raped/abducted or having my organs stolen and sent to Dubai, or wear a very nifty Breitling watch without happening any of the things I quoted above.

Also, I like the idea of seasons. It sucks to be stuck in a place where you only have two seasons: warm and rainy and less warm and less rainy. Where you cannot wear stuff like an overcoat without drowning in your own sweat.

Also it feels like we're inside a bubble or something. It's amazing how apart from the world we are when here. Things happen out there but they take ages to reach here, when they do reach. It's like we're in a distant planet where light from Earth takes years to arrive.

And there's another very important yet abstract and very personal thingy: the atmosphere. The way this place feels and I react to it. I simpy don't react well to this place it just doesn't feel right. Yeah I know that you probably think that I went nuts of that I'm a bloody arrogant bastard but that's not it.

I've had this "home" kind of feeling a few times but not always. It's not because of the way it sounds when you say that your home is, for instance, London (but it does sound very cool). No. It's very hard to explain, words don't reach it properly, at least not mine.

It's weird. I'm thinking now on Phê's idea that Brasília is her home, mostly because of her family and stuff like that. My feelings differ exactly there. I feel at home because it just feels right. Because I feel that those few special places were made for me. Of course they weren't but I feel that my mind and my heart were carved for these places and soon enough I will go back home.

In case you're wondering, the picture above is of the Grote Markt in Brussels, a pretty nice city to stop by if you like to drink a nice pint of beer, well Belgium is a nice country if you like to drink that..and to see churches..and museums...and good looking girls.