It 's the first time that I moved away from home so much, for so long. It 'been a week and I have no nostalgia, I do not miss anything. Not yet. I'm still in fibrillation to everything around me, and I'm losing the habits I had in Italy. I do not want to get used to something here. I do not want to get used to anything even when I return. This is the first thing I taught this trip. I wonder if he is so easy to maintain.
I wanted to leave my whole world at home, and certainly not always easy, but I'm trying to do so. I want news, new faces, new voices, new ideas, new music. It arrived a bit '. They have blond hair a new friend, the articulate sounds of new words, the cold of new roads, the colors of new flavors.
Everything seems easier than it is, in this empty room feel a bit 'lack of a person to do a little' noise and can remember that I exist, and will also this news. Who knows who will, what will be his story.
The sky here is more gray. You do not often look up to watch the clouds, the sun. In fact, I have not ever done. Why is everything on the floor, inside things, in my body, food, snow that falls every now and then, in the almond-shaped eyes staring at me because of those who pass are not used to seeing people different from themselves, their smiles and the strange way they walk.
are in China, and I'm happy. =)
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