My story has not a specific beginning. There is no important day on my calendar; not even a yearly alarm. Nevertheless, I still recognize there was a pre- and a post- me. And this change was/is/will be related to a trip. So, from there is where I’d like to begin my first story. In Berlin, February 2011.
It was only a weekend getaway, yet it was sufficient enough to pin down my drive for getting lost in other countries. I wandered around the streets of an unknown gray city, where history, art, and culture mingled in the cold unwelcoming weather. Despite all the many reasons, I had to lock myself in the hotel, I yearned for rambling up and down any corner of the city. Some may have been referring to it as the travel bug. It could be.
As I have aforementioned, Berlin was my starting point. There have been many more places where I have fortunately lost and recovered myself.
In this site, I’ll try to recollect some of the stories which have brought me to where I am, so as to share the antsy feeling which permeates in my skin.
La meva història no té un principi concret. No hi ha un dia important al meu calendari, ni tampoc una alarma que es repeteixi cada any. Tot i així, encara reconec que hi ha un “jo” d’abans i un de després. I aquest canvi està, estava i estarà relacionat amb un viatge. Així doncs, des d’aquí vull començar la meva història. A Berlín, el febrer de 2011.
Va ser només una escapada de cap de setmana, però va ser suficient per determinar el meu instint de voler perdre’m en altres països. Vaig deambular pels carrers d’una ciutat grisa desconeguda, on l’art, la història i la cultura es barrejaven en el fred. Malgrat tenir totes les raons per tancar-me a l’hotel, tenia ànsies de vagar per cada racó de la ciutat. Allò que alguns li’n diuen “un cul inquiet”. Podria ser.
Tal i com he dit, Berlín va ser el punt de partida. Hi ha hagut molts altres llocs on, afortunadament, m’he perdut i retrobat.
En aquest blog, intentaré recordar algunes de les històries que m’han portat a on ara sóc, per tal de poder compartir la inquietud que s’estén dins la meva pell.
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