It’s been ages since the first time I asked myself where my home was. I left my home town when I was nineteen. I wanted to discover the world, to find out what was there beyond the horizon... I left Brazil to live in Switzerland, and Switzerland to live in Germany, and Germany to live in Italy, and Italy to live in Portugal... during this time, I travelled a lot across Europe. Now, another nineteen years have passed already... time goes by!!!
I’ve spent half of my life living abroad and I confess that during all these years I thought, in different moments, that my home was there where I was living and where inevitably I learned a lot from the culture of the country. I remember the day I told one of my best friends that I thought I had been born to live there (I was referring then to Switzerland). Then I thought the same in Germany, and in Italy, and finally in Portugal...
Now, after all these years, I start to feel the "calling back" of my home country and I suddenly realize that in my case, at this very moment of my life, home is finally Brazil again… and still.
I also realize how much I’ve changed in all these years, mentally speaking. I don’t think, feel nor behave like an average Brazilian anymore. Nevertheless, I have not the intention to become one either. I’m sure that my way to happiness is to go back to my origin, my relatives and once there, try to build my own world, which will certainly have a little of every city and every country I will have lived in.
To conclude, I realise that in the past two years, I’ve been living in the nostalgia of my origins, missing my family, my old friends, my old shelter and the simple things that I used to do there and which used to make life so beautiful. I realize of course that everything changes and I don't dream about that. It's now a matter of reinventing, readapting things. The only certainty I have is that this circle is closed. It's time to begin a new one. Tic-tac, tic-tac, time flies…
Jairo Santos
I’ve spent half of my life living abroad and I confess that during all these years I thought, in different moments, that my home was there where I was living and where inevitably I learned a lot from the culture of the country. I remember the day I told one of my best friends that I thought I had been born to live there (I was referring then to Switzerland). Then I thought the same in Germany, and in Italy, and finally in Portugal...
Now, after all these years, I start to feel the "calling back" of my home country and I suddenly realize that in my case, at this very moment of my life, home is finally Brazil again… and still.
I also realize how much I’ve changed in all these years, mentally speaking. I don’t think, feel nor behave like an average Brazilian anymore. Nevertheless, I have not the intention to become one either. I’m sure that my way to happiness is to go back to my origin, my relatives and once there, try to build my own world, which will certainly have a little of every city and every country I will have lived in.
To conclude, I realise that in the past two years, I’ve been living in the nostalgia of my origins, missing my family, my old friends, my old shelter and the simple things that I used to do there and which used to make life so beautiful. I realize of course that everything changes and I don't dream about that. It's now a matter of reinventing, readapting things. The only certainty I have is that this circle is closed. It's time to begin a new one. Tic-tac, tic-tac, time flies…
Jairo Santos
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