Hello my dears,
Yes, there is light at the end of the tunnel: a kind of yellow-blue-orange laser point getting bigger and bigger and brighter and brighter. Oh my God! I may need to start using again soon my always-trendy-no-matter-what colorful sunglasses…
And I wonder myself: who ordered to build this year such a long full-of-curves tunnel in the middle of my path? Well, actually I know very well who did it, and yes, you are right —my dear surreal readers are always so clever—, it seems I swallowed an architect some time ago.
When my life was apparently kind of under control, or at least this is what I thought and made others think, suddenly one Saturday morning back in April —April showers bring May flowers—, I woke up and decided to quit my job and start a new life. A cycle of eighteen years full of despite-Dora-unforgettable moments was calling, and called indeed, to an end.
The first day of my new life consisted basically of taking a plane and starting a trip around the world that lasted one month and a half. Some people told me that this was going to be too short, too structured, too luxurious, too tourist, too dangerous, too… Although I normally listen and care a lot about certain people’s opinions, this time, honestly writing, I did not give a F… (forever-young).
It was my long-time-dreamed round-the-world trip and, right or wrong, I was going to do it my way and with just one goal: freedom.
But I guess one can’t be flying freely around the world forever —although I seriously felt like that— and there was a day when one of the planes suddenly landed in my dearest city of residence in Germany. I could not believe it, or did not want to believe it, but it was true. Six weeks later, there I was again with my trolley and my bagpack —executive black collection— with a quite disconcerting and-now-what feeling.
At that moment, the construction of the tunnel got started.
The first phase of the project was kind of —and without kind of— full of bright lights, modern technology and the best construction materials. The second phase of the project was a little bit darker, more curvy and with regular stones instead of bright white-painted walls. The third and final part of the project was not water proof anymore and there were some structural issues with an increasing danger of collapse.
But such an ambitious project can’t be done alone and, although sometimes we do not see them or we are too proud/blind to see them, there are always people around helping with the planning, with the painting, bringing stones or just walking by…
And suddenly, when least expected, you see it: a yellow-blue-orange point of light.
It is as if everyone had been pointing to the same point with their lamps —point times point equals double point— and you couldn’t or didn’t want to see the forever-young point. Anyway…
Now that my architectural concerns seem to be somehow fulfilled, here we are running straight towards that point… Sometimes I even think that the point is getting some bluish green coloring (?), which is technically impossible for a person like me, whose greenish brown eyes were blessed at birth with a special gift: green-brown-blindness. But anyway, I just keep running towards that point…
My dearest surreal readers, I am so happy to be back and to somehow be able to start feeling you again there on the other side of the screen. I hope you will enjoy this new web page, which is by the way of the ways a project from Chispa& Dora, and where from now on I will keep writing my no-life-changing stories.
I don’t know yet what I will find outside of the tunnel but I know one thing: I will keep moving forward and with a smile.
By the way, green is the color of hope.