You’ll probably make fun of me but there’s a first time for everyone. I’m in a Starbucks coffee in the center of Paris right now. I’m realizing right now that i always wrote from my desk at home. And it’s quite different writing from here, in the heart of Paris, sat around so many people. The coffee isn’t bad at all. And i’m italian, so i tell you, it’s not an easy thing to say.
It’s a rainy day, and i feel very sad. I argued. And to be alone in a foreign city after arguing with the most important person in your life makes you feel… well… pretty bad.
But at the same time, i think that everyone should experience what i’m living now.
When you leave alone in a foreign place, you can’t tell yourself all the lies that you usually tell to yourself when you live your [often boring] everyday-routine. It also helps you see what is normally around you with a good distance.
When you see things from a good distance, you can have a full-view of it, analyse them more globally, somehow with mess “heart” and more reason. And sometimes Reason is necessary to show you the correct way to face some problems.
I feel that i forgot what love is. Passion? i guess i lost it too, at least with other human beings.
Sad, isn’t it?
May life always treat you gently.

This time, it’s quite different. Mostly because of the people. I grew up in Paris, but i lost, during these years, the relationships i had with my classmates, friends, with every single person i used to see everyday. I was a litle girl, i had no idea of what was going on, so i didn’t had the time to say goodbye to all these persons. And now, after 16 years, here we are.

But i was the one who had the hands upon the wheel. And my elder brother Paolo was next to me.![photo credit: [phil h] via photopin cc](http://foglianera.files.wordpress.com/2013/05/medium_6248826.jpg?w=640)


