bLOGBOOK - Work in progress

It's cold. It's impossible to get used to every thing. After three years I still found myself unprepared to this weather. Weather. A friend of mine always repeats when you talk about weather is because there's anything else to talk about. I've to say he's right. Even if after three years things to be told should be a lot. No, to be honest there's not too much to tell. OK, I'm here in my new accommodation, and that sounds new. Move from a place to another was not easy at all, especially for a person without a car. I don't remember how many times I had to take the tram in order to transfer all my stuff from a house to another. I spent strange days. Changes are always shocks, and having a new place where live of course is a change, and it is a radical one. New spaces, new district, new shops, new faces, new distances. Everything is going to changes: habits and, as a consequence, life. Life. If there is still a life, or something to be called in this way. Still life. Get up, work, go out early in the morning and came back home late in the evening. Every single day. On Saturday let's work at home. On Sunday let's pray... God? No! Let's pray the mobile phone doesn't ring. All that only to can survive. It's impossible to can accept everything. But, of course, given the situation and this crazy time I know it's not possible to complain.

My father was here, my family is supposed to come, some friend maybe will arrive. It's impossible to get answers, it's problematic to can foresee the future. A situation that reminds me what I'm living since long time. I arrived here, three years ago, without any idea on the future. No perspectives, no horizons. Today, after three years I just know my present and believe me if I say being aware of the present is a great step forward compared to great unknown. I was able to learn a new language, to find a new and more comfortable apartment, I enlarged my sphere of competence. Nobody cares in my country of origin, but that's what happened in this period abroad, even if I'm not so sure "abroad" is the right word to use. From my point of view "abroad" now is the country I came from, and Belgium my country. I guess is normal to feel himself part of the reality in which we are, and I'm here to stay. Finally I opened a banking account, another sign of something ongoing. Work in progress. Time will answer all the questions, soon or late. It's cold and I'm sick. Radiators and sheets will be my only friends, tonight. Tomorrow will be the sun, according to weather forecast. Weather, once again. Once again nothing to talk about. I'm sorry, but it's me. And I'm tired.