Yesterday someone asked me if I wasn't afraid when getting home and oppening the entrance door, since my building is quite large and I don't exactely know any of the neighbours. I said I didn't. Little did that person know that I've been thinking about my neighbours. I've been living here for almost six months and still I feel I'm a stranger to them. I hardly see any of them. Sometimes we share the elevator, exgange polite conversation. On an ocasion a couple of them actually visited our home for a brief moment. But that's it. How do you connect to people whose face isn't carved in your memory yet? How do you reach out? How can you get in touch, especially in a kind of frigid culture? These questions and some others have been dancing in my head for some time now... I remember how easy it was during the 14 years my family and I lived in Lisbon. It was a small building. Everyone knew each other. One of my teachers had an office there. The old ladies asked how we were doing in school and they had us over for a hot cup of milk and cookies when it was raining outside and we had forgotten our keys. They showed us their picture albums. I feel nostalgic just thinking about it. There were connections. People spoke of deep and intimate struggles and joys in their lives.
I believe we are where we are for a reason. In some aspects I'm still trying to figure out what's the reason I'm here for. And you? Are you hapilly connected?