Oh mon Dieu, mon Dieu, mon Dieu ... I got really sad Erasmus of those lovely strong urge me to wander through the house looking for something that can calm this inner emptiness. Those who know me know and I will have enough of hearing about my Erasmus, but what can I do if it was the most beautiful, incredible, shocking and intense experience of my life? Just over a year ago I moved to Switzerland, just in Neuchatel, for a period of almost six months when I attended a semester of study at the university. Six months is not many, but those six months I have not entered the heart to go out again! I am sure that when I remember an old toothless yet all, without neglecting the smallest detail and maybe tell of my adventure with my grandchildren. To what is beautiful Neuchâtel, its lake, its roads, its crazy atmosphere, its smells, but most of the people I met, with whom I shared every moment. Some have been friends for a season, I hope others will be friends for life ... I know in my heart that this will happen! In times like this I think of them so intensely and deeply to be able to feel close to me in my mind and relive the moments spent together ... les soirées au bord du lac et au Highlander, les courses à la Maladière, les Journées dans la biblio de la fac, les Fetes à la cité, the fete de l'uni et la fete de lettres ... many memories, all beautiful! Je ne peux pas oublier tout ça! Je ne veux pas oublier! I can still smell the curry the third floor of the cité, the plan of our parties, and the pain au chocolat du snapped at 4 am after nuit dansante the taste of the mojito of Cris and Brian , sipped on the lake and under a starry sky, and that of crepes overflowing with warm and hot cheese Bach & Buck : D. .. and fatigue experienced during the night of wandering for streets of Basel after losing the last train! Even the moments of solitude were different, I felt suffused with total harmony between the world inside me and that out of me, while sipping my morning coffee resting on the sill of my window and as I returned home on foot in the heart of night, immersing myself in the silence of Neuchâtel, protected by my friend lake. Every little daily ritual was full of magic, every silence, every word, every expectation, every tear, every smile, every thing had a different flavor, unforgettable.
Sometimes when I think of all this I have the distinct feeling of having lived a dream, a beautiful dream six-mei, or of having lived another life, an existence parallel to the "original". And then, one morning in July when all this is over, I found myself in my city, now no longer holds the distinction of "city of the heart, in my house with my family and my friends always, with the 'impression of having fallen from the sky straight on the mainland, without really meaning to. Paradoxically, I feel a stranger in my country, not only because inevitably something has changed and life has gone on here, but because the thoughts took me back there and my mind kept wandering between rue des saars and Faubourg de l'hopital, without stop.
I recall some words of a song of De André, "A crazy," that my friend has had In his blog, You try to have a world in the heart and can not express with words . This phrase embodies the mood that raged in me for 5 months after my return, when I whispered to myself je suis a FANTOME and almost no one around me could truly understand my being bouleversée, except the few people who have always supported me.
It 'difficult to make the gap to something that has become part of you, you feel coursing through your veins and it is difficult to think that people who have shared with you all this, you've heard as brothers and sisters, do not you see them most every day and meet some time in your life. Although we are scattered 'throughout the world, there is an invisible thread that binds us and makes us feel close again ... Why, now, that world is in my heart and no matter if in my own words I have not done justice, continue to live inside me forever and sussulterà arrival of an email message on a mobile phone, hoping to reunite as soon as possible mes amis pour la vie erasmus!
This post is dedicated to you ... Cris, Brian, Martha, Brother, Raul, Apple, William, Juan, Tuomas, Janine, Mareike, Daniel, Edba, Mild Marteen.
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