primeira carta do ano ao pessoal CISVSeminar-BeloHorizonte-2006...

… yesterday at around 4 am i left the house of a dear friend of mine, with sam – people were still singing songs on a guitar when we left, and there was still a lot of food around – We walked down some dark roads to look for a cab to take us to sams hotel and my grans home so that we could sleep 4 hours before meeting Kaan for the first time, for breakfast in praça da figueira square and then say goodbye, for now. 2007 in Lisbon, wow..
I ended up waking up a bit later. Swapping text messages with Kaan in intervals of sleep. Not certain which messages were actually sent and what was said in them. Then wearing the exact same clothes as yesterday, hugging my grandmother and taking a tram, then running - feeling grumpy and still on the effect of the previous night - to the nice café where dear Kaan and Sam were sitting outside in the sun, smiling. And the grumpiness disappeared and I felt really happy to have them there and here…

Right now. Images in my head, dancing around trying to stand still, “memories should be kept in ones pocket so that one can remember in which pocket they were kept” of the last 4 days…
Tiny chicha-pipe and smiles. An entire “bolo-rei” in sams dads tummy. The Christmas lights and metro. Gay-boy-underwear shop and fruit-flavoured absinth in front of a screen with danceable mtv music. Reminiscing about loved ones of all kinds. Walking uphill and downhill. Screaming “MUITAS QUECAS” (lots of sex) at the top of our lungs from a balcony with the view of 3 places with fireworks far away and a cemetery close by. Trying to understand why sam thinks Portuguese people are attractive, eheheh. Listening to Sam play amelie on the electric piano in my living-room. Playing “botten anna” on my red acordeon. Sweet caipirinhas. Trumps...=). A beautiful girl with nice earrings and dark dreadlocks - who for some reason we know will play a role in our lives sometime in the future - Wishing you were here. Seatleboy (spelt wrong) trying to call some of you, not reaching anyone, writing a postcard, taking cabs late, waking up with phone calls from Sam, not sleeping that much, studying during day time…remembering camp, and after-camp, and people, and will we be able to go to france in july? Languages, Things we want to do, all this..love

Right now I’m in my grandmothers house, where I’m living, alone. My whole family is cheerfully gathering on the other side of Lisbon for the first dinner of 2007, and I am absent, trying to finally start my paper for film school «««on the emergence of the german film industry previous and post first world war, and the connection between the themes of the films and germans innate cultural identity, plus the background of the most important film directos (Fritz Lang, Murnau, Lubitsch, Robert wiene, Pabst etc) --- I have to write 15 pages, and have already read 4 books and loved them but not written a single word --»»». Instead my head is drifting to a million places…
I’m thinking about the images which made me write what I wrote above, and the feelings related to them, my resolutions for this new year, what it means, 2007, thinking about Sam and Kaan and of course all of you too, and the things we shared together

Have an amazing 2007, my friends

Full of all the stuff that makes it so worth it to be here

May we keep on going =P
Hugs and kisses

Peace out!*