Seems to me it was yesterday, when i saw you sitting in that college with your luggage, and we realised we would work together. Next minute we were sitting in the bushes, smoking a cigarette and sharing our first impressions, and next day we were travelling together, the first of many unforgettable trips.
Since that time we've been into an amazing and uncredibale journey, impossible to describe, as impossible is to describe impredictable India. We travelled all kind of bus and road, we slept in all kind of beds, we walked some miles on our way, but we never gave up.
Always looking up, creating new forms and new languages, experimenting new feelings, sharing smiles and tears, making it happen now and here. Overcoming ourselves, re-inventing emotions and behaviours, looking at the bright side, singing in the streets of Phagwara something in our own invented language (that none of us understand), dancing in the rain, in the pudles, making “strip-races” in the rooftop, walking barefoot to the hotel in Amritsar, running in the station, lifting our skirts in the stairs of the hostel, talking without a single word, guessing eachother thoughts... like monkeys, you know?
What is left to say? How to go home after 2 months in India? We shared everything, shampoo, icecream, chicken rolls, chocolats, beds, work, now who will jump with me in the pudles, do crazy things, now there's an empty place, impossible to replace (not possible madam).
You are always on my mind.
Our feet step the same floor, our bones experienced the same cheap bus and awful roads, our lips smiled together, we slept on the same rooms, under the same circumstances, nothing can scare us anymore, everything is confortable from now on, after India, how can we go back and live somewhere else?
Is not easy... i realised that i like opening suitcases much more than closing them...and i hate to say goodbye... the only good thing is to say hello again, next year in Goa.
And now i just talk to you on the phone, and all the feelings grow in my mind again, and i'll be waiting eagerly to hug you again and haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanji!
I couldn't have a better partner, you are just perfect.
spasibo za to, 4to bula takoi kakaya tu est´!
Brilhante !!!
ResponderEliminarSuper Super AMIZADE.
O espaço, o tempo, a terra, os cheiros,e o ambiente ajudam muito; depois as "pessoas" (especiais) fazem o resto.
Viva Rita Juliana e Helen...
Beijos - Wander
I have just woke up, had a chance to check my facebook.. so I turned on indian music and decided that it is the right time, time to look trough fotos we made.. amazing pictures, that have captured our states of mind.. every photo has energy, such extremely strong power, that u stop breathing the way u usually do.. u breath as if u are a thief, that listen to the court decision.. and the decision is imprisonment of one year.. I'm here, with my friends, ppl, that were supporting me for long time before I left for india, and I feel, that they cannot understand me, at all!!! Last morning I woke up, and asked my friend "what are u doing?" in english, next thought was:"where is Julie and why I am here", but then I understood, that I'm not there anymore.. I cannot even imagine what do u feel.. Three days have past, and I am still crying, screaming hanjiiii and paya, and people ask: "what does it mean?!?!" how i can explane u what it means, if it means so much to me!!!! that much, that there are no words to explane it to you, u all, who ask me that!! if u want to know how much it means for me, u should have lived with me all these 6 months side by side, u should have danced all that crazy dances, ate that crap and cheered your self up, by singing "I'm loving it", everytime when u were waiting for someone who should come in "15 indian min", everytime when u had no lecture in that college.. cannot stop crying.. I need a sigarette and our "have u noticed that..." badly!!!!but now i smoke alone, whisper "paya", and console meself..
ResponderEliminarwhen we were sitting in Barista last time, Erwin said:"going back to civilization".. I answered that "maybe this is civilization".. I feel like I was living there, oh, that manali.... and in here, u can rarely see a hige bunch of people, everything is SO CLEAN, NO COWS, THEIR CRAP!!! NO RIKSHAS!! I HAVENT HEARD A SINGLE SOUND OF HORN!!!! EVERYTHING SO QUIET!!! I cannot scream in riksha with u, coz here is no rikshas, no u, and pepole will think that that Im completely crazy, or they can even start to shout at me, and the thing is, that I will underatsnd what do they mean!!!....
u wrote it in english, finally!! touch pad on my lap is flooded with my teas.. love u so much!!!!