I'm in the plane.In a few hours,I'll be in my homeland.I took a quick look in what I wrote in the previous pages.They look like another language I cannot speak anymore,because now I have found love and my life flows like a lazy river,the days aren't to be counted anymore.. Until yesterday,I wasn't even sure if I was really leaving today.Because I didn't care.I just wanted to be with him.I have finally found him. I don't have friends.The proof : Who gives a shit about me when I'm on holiday? No one.Just him. Actually,I don't know what I should start thinking of,because I feel like I'm going through a phase,who knows if it's permanent or not,I'm living,blinded,absolute happiness.I'm spending my money,wasting my time,my voice and my energy without really minding.I am thinking and wondering about many various things,of everything that concerns me.All the chapters that construct my rebellious life. How did I fall in love? Maybe I'm strong. It's also maybe because it promised a whole new exciting start.Sounded like a good deal. He loves me,I don't know why. We have great chemistry but some differences aswell,that we didn't think we would have at first. I love him,because maybe all these years I've been missing this kind of love,this passion and sympathy of one other,the attention,focused on me..only. Without having any doubts,I linger. Without hypocrisy.. Without a leash but with a root that connects us,with honesty and truth.
I stayed one more month in Luxemburg,to take my time and enjoy this gift as if it was a blessing. That's it,time has passed now.At the moment I'm a passenger in one airplane from the Swissair agency.In a few hours,I'll be in Athens.In the late afternoon,I'll be in Loutraki and in the evening,I'll get in touch with my inner hungry monster and indulge in many,many souvlakias.(sic) Then I'll sip one or two beers with the crew,we'll have a little laugh,we'll go for a little walk and everyone will think this was what was needed to be considered "active" and "healthy",except me.haha. How much do I know myself? So much,that I don't know the real me. Sometimes I don't even realise what I'm saying,if it has a meaning.It must have a meaning. Blurry and unclear though,like every time and try to analyse something that concerns me.Because I'm a sort of blurry person too,without a clear meaning.And what about the others,then? What's the meaning of,let's say,serving me 2 glasses of water that I asked for (because I'm really dying of thirst) if the quantity in each one is less than half a glass? So,2 glasses of 100 ml.Makes 200 ml.Less than one glass itself.I feel sorry for them.With only 100 ml a sip,ridiculous quantity of water,they need twice as much work,twice as much quantity,twice as much rubbish to throw ( and what about ecology?) to serve one thirsty person. And I'm still thirsty,because of the swiss gorgeous chocolates they served me. My fingers start to hurt,but it's my fault because I write too much and too fast.Even the paper itself will be hurt from all the crap I write. The dude next to me just swallowed three chocolates,two cokes.I guess he believe's I'm weird and geeky. He looks american to me.Typical burger addict face anyway.Maybe we are too darn different.Maybe it's my fault because,somehow,I chose to be this way. The plane is slowly landing to Zurich (what a name..) and I didn't even realise it.We are arriving earlier than expected.