In the airport in Vilnius there's a store that
sells incredibly overpriced reflective badges. This store plays the best music
in the whole airport and that's important to know because it was next to it
that I waited for the gate to open and sat crying in silence.
Which is that type of crying where you just
shake and make absolutely no noise. Like you stopped breathing.
Like a vacuum of sadness.
Going to Vilnius again was surprisingly natural,
a bit like visiting my parents at my hometown. It’s not your home anymore, but
it's familiar. You know this place and this place knows you back.
Summer days feel like a blessing, in Lithuania. There’s
an almost tangible need to go outside and enjoy the day before it starts
raining again, and it’s something I don’t feel so much back at home.
I had also forgotten how bright it all is.
Seeing the sun rising at 4 am still feels like witnessing some rare space
oddity.
For the first time, I was in the city with
plenty of time. I could be lazy. I could be a tourist.
I went up to the TV tower. and to the Bell tower
and to the mountain with the crosses (not to be confused with the mountain made
of crosses) and to the castle mountain.
I saw Vilnius from all the high places.
And then I came down and did all that I used to do: Went to a poetry reading, drank beer, hang at Elena’s place and walked
aimlessly around the city just noticing people.
I had a book reading in Vilnius and another one in
Riga.
When in Latvia, I got a call from my mother who
was very worried about a plane crash not far from where I was. To my mum, all
post-soviet countries are near each other.
I told her I was taking 1, 2, 3 flights on my way
back and none of them would fly over conflicted lands.
But, as I passed the airport gates, I felt very
much like a conflicted land myself and only by the time I was in Frankfurt I
managed to be slightly less teary and more resigned.
The next day I went to work early in the
morning. Porto was foggy and the seagulls were very agitated, shirping loudly
and flying around like crazy.
The city looked like the beginning of a crime
mistery film. It was not a cheery sight, and couldn’t contrast more from the hot
sunny mornings I had been having for the past 2 weeks.
Like an unwrapped welcoming present, just for
me.
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