The last things are made by heart, No fingers. Spend, They pass and go away. Thus I have been life for my last two months, Seeing things happen, doing things, Enjoying and hainging things, I see them go while I think "this will not come back". Everything happens very quickly because in the last things there are no longer waiting, Nation stops, Everything is over without remedy.
I leave Africa after more than four and a half years of life in this continent. In a few days, Almost hours, I will leave everything definitely and provisionally that they are the decisions of going and going and I will go with my bags to a new place to start a new life: Mexico. I will go through Spain before, By Italy and for Southeast Asia, But all that are shortcuts to get to my new house and that is there, Between British America, Spanish America, The Pacific and the Caribbean. I already said goodbye to this land on occasion, It is written here, But then the course was not fixed and I went with the desire to return. I did.
I'm leaving because I want to try other lives and other places to invent them
Not so now, I confess. I'm leaving because I want to try other lives and other places to invent them. Mine and those around me. But talking about Mexico does not touch because Mexico is not in my accounts, It is not part of my latest things, of which now review every night before what will be my last night on this land.
And in the last things you discover the strange sensations that it produces to say goodbye to routines. You discover then taking a picture of a lionean and thinking maybe I know the last. But it will not be a last one like so many day -to -day things on a trip, It will be the last after hundreds, After doing so, part of your living was. And you stop and think about a second, Will I know how to live without that? Hurts. It is scary.
Will I know how to live without that? Hurts. It is scary
And then you write an article from Africa in the newspaper and recapacitas that may be for some time, Who knows how much, latest, At least the last as a inhabitant. And take a look at your twitter and discover that more than 50% Of the things you follow are people or institutions related to this continent. And again doubts and something moves when you understand that interest, Although it remains that from Africa there is no cure, It will decrease and go with the years of indispensable to expendable and who knows if one day it will almost disappear if I have not returned before.
You won't realize, It will be little by little, That one morning I no longer open the three or four newspapers that I have opened for years on this land every day. I will open then others that will talk about other things. "No, it just can't be", I tell myself promising that I will continue here although far away. "I am interested and fun this land to disappear", I insist promising me not stop talking about her.
And then you leave small routines, that they no longer speak of politics or great diseases, but of living, the one that does not need to reflect here because it is the same in all places. You also say about that but you know that it awaits you different and the same where you are. There is always a first supermarket, A first bus and a first night with new friends. And each and every one of them, big things and small, They are part of a rapid discount that has accompanied me in this long end.
I didn't give anything to this land, It gave me everything
There is little left, Some bars were already closed, I left some places behind and gave certain farewell hugs. I'm leaving Africa in debt. I've always thought about it and now I corroborate it: I didn't give anything to this land, It gave me everything, until I introduce myself to her, F. I have been immensely happy, I had a great time, Forgive the Spanish expression, "Of fucking mother". From Egypt and Sudan to Namibia and South Africa. From north to south and from east to west I crossed out, That is about living, joys and sorrows in my personal accounts. I have "rod" all, In perfect disorder, to never forget them. They go with me where I am. My brother, A great guy who sees life with some clarity by removing the decoration, He once told me something that I never forgot the first time I left here: "Africa was your dream, was the legitimate. For all those who do not dare keep your dream ". And I listened to him, although sometimes it cost a little, and i dreamed.
