For a month, like so many travelers, I have been living on the tempo of a certain volcano. I have been staying in Lille, straying in Paris or Holland for a few days at a time. I have been having picnics on the grass of public gardens, enjoying the first few rays of sunshine with a beer on a terrasse, walking and biking and – still with a teacher by my sides – driving through its cobbled stoned streets.
And you know what? I think it’s a city I can call home. For over a decade now I’ve had a love-hate relationship with its long winter nights and its mostly grey weather. But this is where my friends are. This is where my memories are. The sounds of the subway are familiar like nowhere else, and I could walk through the maze of streets blindfolded. Its brick reds and bright colors, when they catch the first sunrays of the year, make my heart tip like no other city can.
http://www.vimeo.com/3756852So, goodbye, home. I will be stepping on a train on Thursday, 18:00. Who wants to see me off?
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