Rome. By all means… Rome

A year ago I changed my life.

I stopped waiting for someone else to open the door or show me the way: I passed my arm between the bars and opened the cage myself.   Continue reading

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Roma non è una città. Roma è un mondo – Goethe

From the ruins, comes life. And from both comes Rome.

Chaos and beauty. Noise and emptiness. Hoards of people and lonely travelers, like me.

I walked the city I once died for, living the exclusion and loneliness that followed me across the Ocean. I am mad at Rome. I stand at the bridge of Castel Sant’Angelo overlooking the Vatican.

I talk to her: I came here for you to fix me.

And she answered: You go places so they can fix you and finally find your track. And they can’t. That is your right and obligation. A curse and a blessing. Free will. Your responsibility.

When you see your life in ruins there is no one out there to blame. No place feels like home until we find it within ourselves.

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