The year was 2013.
Unhappy with the direction my career was taking, I decided to stop complaining and take action.
What no one expected or wanted to believe was that this would implicate in a drastic change.
From the comfort and convenience of a steady job in Brazil to the bustling Indian streets.
Vaccination, visa, packing, arranging extra things that my mother put in some secret compartment in my bag, it was impossible to be fully prepared for what was to come.
As time passed, I discovered some things. That we do not need so much clothing. That we could live more simply, and with that my suitcase was diminishing on one side, but gaining body in another.
If material things were being reduced in any way, the memories and experiences fattened up my personal baggage.
With the passing of the different houses I lived in, the new cities and especially of the time, friends and family began to visit me. From bringing my mom and dad to an inn with an Indian family, to friends from different times and nationalities, the experiences have been countless.
Each of them spent a little of my time, accommodation and hospitality.
They arrived as if they did not want anything, most without worrying about a definite route or tour, leaving everything under my responsibility. One, two, three days, or more, it did not matter, I would try to show what life is like on the spot, with a few hints of history and culture here, a beer there, the fun was guaranteed (at least on my part).
When I was already adapted to the new routine, waking up and finding myself early with my visit, preparing routes, searching for restaurants or cooking, they announced that they would leave.
That’s it! Go away, continue further, follow your path.
Is that so?
Do you come, mess up my life, play with my homesickness and just leave?
This is inhumane. No one deserves it.
Every person I receive brings with it a dose of joy, sincere friendship and curiosity, but it ends up leaving a hole inside me.
The moment after the departure is always of apprehension, mixed with a slight sadness, but the certainty that a good friendship can not be erased simply by time.
PS. I continue to accept guests.