A Coffee in Another City

When talking about new beginnings I always remember a very special friend, with an unruly personality, who always told me her intention to leave the fishbowl to dive into the depths of the sea, very young, she left everything behind and went to Europe, no one was waiting for her at the station of destiny, since then I understood that she was a walker of life.

I, on the contrary, was a conformist, I say this in the most neutral sense of the term, I was a chameleon, with the economic crisis, I learned to maneuver situations, as my grandfather says; "Tuck in as far as the blanket reaches".

But the year 2022 was critical to satisfy the most basic needs, something that derived me in a deep existential crisis, it was terrible to have to visit the neighbors at coffee time to be able to have a cup a day, or borrow two spoonfuls of powder to be able to keep calm.

Also, my energy indicators went down, I was abusing the cardinal sin of laziness, I had routine tests and I am fine, I just have to lower my carbohydrate intake and replace it with vegetables, sunbathe and walk an hour a day, fortunately I was not forbidden to drink coffee.

My mother, a great actress, after studying her temperament with the help of google, I found a condition that fits her like a glove; Munchausen syndrome by proxy, with a small difference, in this case it is she who plays sick to manipulate.

I had the need to go far away, to live my own experience, many things tied me, but everything flowed, the impulse, the courage, the moment, I sold everything at a skinny chicken price and on January 2 I left, now I write from the capital of Brazil, my first impression is that everyone is flirting in the streets, maybe the weather incites them to the catering of the skin, I am asexual, now what I need most are donations and a restorative back massage.

But, I am sitting here on the floor of this empty room, drinking the fifth cup of coffee because I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown, my suitcase is not my suitcase, it is someone else's suitcase and this fact makes me feel that I started off on the wrong foot in a new city.

I repeat to myself over and over again that life is full of obstacles, that the important thing is life, that material things are secondary and can be recovered, but I have the soul of a collector, and every t-shirt, garment, book, disc packed meant a lot in my history, now I must turn the page, unless a miracle happens, they knock on the door and all my belongings are returned.

It happened, knock on the door and it's Pirlampo, the guy who helped me report the lost items, but his face is not encouraging, no news yet, but we can walk around town and have a coffee in a cozy place.

Well, I'm leaving with Pirlampo, I'm left with nothing, so I hope tonight he will find me, I can't even speak Portuguese, but I just smelled something, today may be the first day of the rest of my life.

On my way back, I will tell you more...