All About Love

Urban Aliens - Melba, 2013

It wasn't love at first sight.

I arrived one night, around 10 pm, it was raining a light rain, it looked more like a thick fog than a real shower. I wasn't able to understand what was happening to me, I couldn't realize I was 15000 kilometres far from the life I've lived until that moment, and that everything would have changed, from that day on.

I spent one entire day traveling, stopped in Qatar, and I landed in a place where my own language was completely useless. I've never thought I was capable to go all the way until I finally got out the airport, carrying luggages as a urban snail. Everything I have is here, I considered. And it's this kind of thinking I've always had every single time I had to move to another place.

It's funny how we get closer to those few material stuff we have, when we don't have anything else in front of us, but a giant question mark about the future.

I knew nothing about the world, it was my fifth time abroad in one year, and I was alone, further than ever with nothing but clothes, a handful of AUD, and hope.

The city was already sleeping when I arrived in the city center, looking for a place where I could stay. I was thrilled, and I had the bright feeling the world was proudly staring a me as the bravest. Of course it wasn't, everyone was sleeping - at least ready to have a brew and go to bed. Two thousand seventy six days ago, it was Tuesday, and I had that concrete impression that the city lights, the metros, the illuminated signs above the restaurants' front door where there to celebrate my arrival.

I picked a random destination on the map, it wasn't love at first sight.