My last Roman day

::Like everything else in life, it started with a decision. I wanted Rome. And somehow, I guess, Rome wanted me.

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Firenze la bella

The place that changed it all for me. When I was here for the first time last Summer, my life was a chaotic mess and I wasn’t sure what I was doing or where I was going. But the moment I stepped on Firenze, walked the streets Leonardo did, I felt I was on the right path. Everything became very clear.

It was here in the magical Firenze where I decided that I was to move to Italy permanently.

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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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