If someone asks me today, what was your most perfect day, I will always respond: the day in Manziana.
If I should sum up everything that life wanted to show me, I will still refer to that day and everything it was about. After a long night lying awake listening to Italian life and liveliness, annoyed of that place at that time, everything turned out to be just the right thing to happen.
Leaving. That was everything I wanted then. Calming down. Not overexcercise. Slowly. Not doing too much.
I was so happy after a while. Walking. Alone. Through olive trees – thousands of years old, it seemed. Being told to calm down. To acknowledge their age. And their wisdom.
I was well advised to listen.
Die Symmetrie der Dinge 