FR7407 to Luton

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I’m packing homemade flower remedies from mum, chocolates, artist brushes, glitter, herbal tea, 6 menthol lip balms. 

For the road my friend equips me with a tinfoil wrapped bread roll, an organic apple, a tiny box of raisins and November’s issue of Eurowoman with an article about being from a beautiful place but not feeling at ease there, and making home elsewhere.

I tear up as I bite the bun, sat in my blue and yellow Ryanair seat, already mid air. A girl in a tank top is riding on her mum’s shoulders on the commercial on the wall, the sun is shining, arms stretched out she looks like she is flying. To me now it looks like something that would be really hard to return to. I fumble for my head phones and blast a funkão carioca to remind myself why I chose that, and how it chose me too. Somewhere inside, my PC feminist scratches her head… But who has the time when the beat is this great? If you can’t twerk it sure aint my revolution.

 Tchau & Bjão Dina, vai se ver por aí!

Copenhagen silences

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Copenhagen silences

Descending we pass through two layers of impenetrable cloud, at one point we are completely embraced by these two, white above and white below.

Copenhagen

Two humans in huge bodies sit down beside me, I feel a chock wave from their energy, imagine their past lives as mighty warriors, I need to translate their behavior if I want to survive.

Don’t recognize my voice and the brusk sounds it makes when I speak.

Wear two pairs of socks, boots, two pairs of pants, two tops, a polar and ski jacket and bike to the bridge, try not to remember too vividly the bright sun sparkles in blue waters; the sky has a lid on it.

I was pushed closely up against other people’s bodies in the metro in Rio everyday, never alone, it was never ever quiet, but Copenhagen feels mind numbingly intimidating: Everyone are too close to me, unsafely so. People are so different.

I’m sinking into a soft pillow of peace, dreamy absence, so tired, my body wakes me just before dawn so I can hear the birds from the balcony – a tiny light in the sky, a little hole in the clouds, etheric beauty.

Put my ear to the ground and hear the unmistakeable deep trembling noise of peace rolling towards me: a tsunami wave, ready to absorb me. I stare wide eyed into empty air, then close them, and listen.