I like Stockholm.
1 month and 25 days since my arrival in Sweden.
Sometimes I feel as if I'm living a different life.
There's nothing here that really link me to my life in Italy. Not Eleonora nor myself.
It's only when I talk to someone that is there but is always with me that I have the feeling to move in time and space. And I find myself in Italy again in some undefined moment that is not now.
Does it make any sense?
I spent the last week-end in Riga. Can't actually say that I've seen a lot in those 5 hours I've been there, but from what I saw I can tell that is really nice. It has the flavor of old city that I like so much, some Art Nouveau houses coming out from nowhere, some out of time streets in which is always nice to get lost.
And moving on the Baltic Sea and admiring the sun rapidly disappearing over the edge of the visible is always enchanting.
I've been spending a lot of time with all the people that are sharing this experience with me, but lately I've been also trying to take some time to stay on my own.
I'm really trying to be someone who can easily get along with everybody, but it is not so easy, at least it is not easy to enter deeply in contact with people who does not know me.
And I'm not so sure I'm able to let the other know me.
I should find the right way to give enough and take and enjoy what the other are giving away.
I have the stupid habit to write when I'm not in an easy mood, when I'm not relaxed at all and I feel that I really miss somebody and something.
But despite this portrait of an unsatisfied silly, I am really glad to be here and I love to explore and find every day something new both in the city and in the people who surround me.
And this can be enough to bear every moment of loneliness or sadness or silliness in which I often seem to stumble on.
