Friday, August 6, 2010

x/viii/vi - "got t/here"

I got t/here

8/5/2010
6 am, two eyes but just one opened: the room was dark but through the window the day was showing the early lights of the dawn. Some breaths, quick dress up, fast trip to the airport and hard goodbyes when we realized that I confused the terminal: taxi to the T2 and one more anecdote to the trip.
8 am. Things to know: airport check in workers are alarmist: baggage excess = you cannot fly; no "esta" = you cannot fly. Finally, after juggling with the luggage and with the angry girl, we took the airplane. Mission accomplished.
13pm. The frisk: before getting the second airplane we were stopped. They don't do it with everybody but we had the luck to get search. Everything... mistrust and suspicion, why?
17pm. Relativity: the day was too long, the ship seemed to be stacked at the same place, to the same light for hours, the time changed strangely slower, the place there was now here and finally we got it. NY.

Monday, July 26, 2010

my first imput

I've been dreaming tonight.
I was a traveller getting into Cuba. Just arrived I got an interview with Fidel Castro. He gave me a cigar and told me that La Havana was a bigger city. It was on the north... He barely asked me why I was there. He seemed happy and calm.
I started walking through the streets of a little city, trying to find the way out to go to La Havana.
When I passed next to a shop window I saw my image in the crystal, but it wasn't my image. I was another person.
My brother waked me up.