July 2011

In the summer of 2011, the second week of the July, it finally happened. She got accepted to a college, bought a seven weeks ticket to London, packed up a small bag, made her feelings high in the airport, and left.

In the first she arrived to school as soon as possible she got her university ID, lost herself on campus, found her way back to the main entrance, sorted out her new phone number, listened to a soft music and got a tour of the main library. Buildings was so ancient and beautiful, they resonate millions of lives of all the people walked through the up and down the stairs. A stairs connected weirdly each other wasn’t so differet from a perfect labyrinth structure. She was struggling to find her little space in this ecosystem and yet she already see it: the college is like a noisy beehive. A vast code of unwritten rules regulates the way people walk around, what they eat, what they decide to talk about, where they go. The only thing she was trying that to adapt this beehive. She felt completely alone, yet perfectly fine.

But this was just the beginning. When she went two stairs down she was truly and utterly amazed by this. The smell of the old books and the wood on the floor, old lights, little sunshine trying to coming from little windows was on the roof. There wasn’t much to explain but she just let the atmosphere to fill her soul up. She allowed move the time a bit forward, when she would studying with her new friends which were more friendly. She almost saw people who she would call ‘close friends’ on the up coming weeks and then had it all away in the smoke of the fantasies.

She looked around curiosly, during 40 mins bus trip to get back the house. How many times would she have catched the bus that early in the evening or day, to leave the city lights and go home? She couldn’t wait to see all seasons pass by there while looking at the buildings, and the trees, and the flowers.


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