Tunisia, a place to miss! The flight that takes me home.

28th of February in airport in Rome. I left home 20 days ago, first for Bucharest then Tunisia.

I used to like airports but this one generates me an uncomfortable mood. It’s very cold inside, you can walk for hours and you’ll not find a plug, asking for information here is like talking with a def donkey. I’m standing somewhere at the first floor, listening my music and watching people passing by, checking in, sleeping, having meaningless conversations.

My thoughts easily fly to the last 2 weeks spent in Tunisia. I got used with waking up and seeing the same faces every day, I enjoyed talks until early in the morning, I was grateful to see my old friends and lucky to meet some new ones. I’m extremely tired and my mind is not able to think according to a certain structure … there are just flashes of what the experience of Tunisia and IPM was. But there are some things that come over and over again to me:

• I’ve understood again that people are so beautiful and unique if you just give yourself enough time to get to know them

• We appreciate things and their value only when we had them once and lost them after

• There is no such thing as ‘the right time’ , ‘the right thing to do’, there is only your own way

• Rediscover yourself everyday and be comfortable and honest with who you are

The weeks coming are going to be so crazy but I know that in the end I’ll figure out some way to make things work. Until then I’ll stay for 3 more hours with my thoughts and music. The flight that takes me home … I’ll miss Tunisia!