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a fold back on the temporal isometry

“But do you know this idea of the imaginary homeland? Once you set out from shore on your little boat, once you embark, you’ll never truly be at home again. What you’ve left behind exists only in your memory, and your ideal place becomes some strange imaginary concoction of all you’ve left behind at every stop.”


― Claire Messud, The Woman Upstairs

farewell

i’ll take off the band-aid quickly: we’re moving again — and this time, back to portugal.

i’ve had plenty of time to get used to the idea, and yet, i’m still not sure how i feel about it. it’s an easy move, back to a familiar territory — but it’s also the scariest of moves, the one in which instead of jumping to somewhere new and unknown, one turns around to go back to the place where we started from.

i’d like to try to put my feelings about the whole thing into words, there’s still so much to say… but there’s no time for it at the moment, as our days are filled with craigslist ads and minor reparations, while we scramble to hug all our friends and visit all our favorite places. rationally, i know this isn’t the last time we’re here, but still, i want to hold all these things fresh in my heart.

i guess it’s time to say tschüß berlin then… and we’ll see you all on the other side! :)

ps – our berlin address won’t stop working, but we don’t recommend that you use it for mail. we’ll have a new one sometime after christmas, just ask us for it! :)

analogue wednesday #29

xmastreebranches

when i was a kid, we had a plastic christmas tree. it was cheap and a bit unstable, but it did the job, year after year. and then one year, my father decided to buy a real tree, just this once!
it was a beautiful tiny fir, smelled really nice and was loved by everyone… so much so that after christmas, nobody wanted to get rid of it! so my father decided to replant it on the backyard instead. lo and behold, there it is, years later, a tall and proud tree! :D

analogue wednesday #28

castle

castle_arnoia

celorico de basto has its own castle on top of a hill, with a defense tower. you climb to it through a very dangerous-looking vertical stairs… but the view is lovely!

analogue wednesday #27

beach2

beach1

every year, there’s a little bit less of furadouro’s beach left after winter – despite the town hall’s best efforts to make up for it in summer. the tripa though, it’s still popular and going strong!

no choice is good choice

it’s been a few months that we’re back in berlin after our spring stint in celorico de basto, a place hidden in the middle of vinho verde land.

everyone thought that we, the globetrotters, were going to hate being holed up in there for two months.

minho

well, the truth is… it was oddly refreshing. i wasn’t expecting it to be so soothing, and i think a big part of that stemmed from not having much to chose from. there was one of everything: one restaurant, one supermarket, three bakeries (this is portugal after all) — and that was enough. it was just pure simplicity, those unadorned, undemanding days where we did the only things we could do.

plus, our internet allowance was limited and thus kept strictly practical: no videos streaming, no music playing in the background, no images cluttering the pages. we did our job and then switched it off and went outside. the inbox got close to zero a few times. my skin regained a bit of its southern shade.

(i had the same feeling once, on a tiny apartment we stayed in where everything was white, clean and uncluttered from the usual paraphernalia that seems to sprout on every surface. no superfluous decorations, nothing in sight… everything was there, but hidden in its right place. i, the queen of messy desks, felt relieved, serene, in peace.)

levada

of course we missed lots of things: friends. the convenience of online retailers, combined with the efficiency of deutsche post. our bed. reliable film shops. the café around the corner. diversity. proper internet. a quiet place to call our own…

but it was strangely refreshing to be away and really focused on a task. no main distractions going on. everything was secondary to the main goal and so every decision became easy, barely a yes or no process.

i don’t know if this makes sense for anyone else… i just wanted to remember this feeling.