Time has passed and I had to come back here.
The change of course was not too big to write for a month and a half later, the first chapter of my new diary.
On December 4, 2010 has been consigned to history as the first day of service (although, with the memory that I find myself, I highly doubt), and since then I have been lucky enough to cross my path along the people and the reality as a genuine way of life, a sense of culture, the link with the traditions, truly missed in my past experience, not just work.
this month and a half - kilometer course in terms of cars, back and forth, to video and audio tracks to fit, of quick steps before the cameras - I started to build so many days that I felt confused and bewildered at times, with an alarm that sounds more and the second evening that suddenly becomes the third.
is a strange feeling: the spaces of the first still exist, just that I'm tucked into my days as a bulk, and even now I feel that racket ball, and bouncing from side to side I can not give things in the right direction.
changes that call other changes, in fact.
front of me I have a myriad of questions. All answers will come.
time, here's what I have. Starting a new journey, I could not aim or distance goals, but these so and so I did. For now, the calendar is not an enemy, not a friend, a fellow traveler, a neutral observer. As
wishes to the contrary, I believe there will be only one shadow on the road, and perhaps rightly so: I send out my passion and desire to take away other satisfactions, to be happy because I just can not help it.
Among the inevitable uncertainties that can tell when I look, I hear or read me (like when I published this post) I know I'm doing the right thing.
And as the first chapter, I would say that it is okay.
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