Calimera, calispera, calinichta.

I’m sitting on one of those chairs that feel utterly commercial and forced, yet oddly authentic, looking at the incredible view before me. The chair is blue and white, the two colors that seem to cover nearly everything on this island. In this country. From the white film of salt covering the rocks, feeling warm under my feet, to the almost unbelievable shade of the clear, blue sky. From the foamy turquoise of the ocean, to the white seagull which hovers above it, trying to spot its prey. It’s not only the product of man that’s blue and white here, it’s everything. And though one could argue that the blatant patriotism is the reason for this, to me, it seems to me that the people are merely imitating what is already there, and has been there for ages.

I take in my surroundings, marvelling at how foreign it all looks. The dry, maroon mountains tower over me on the east, south, and west side, framing what’s before me. The faint sound of goats can be heard, defying all logic and climbing to the very top. On my north, I see water. An ocean that stretches so far, it feels infinite. The logical part of my brain has disappeared and I squint to see if it actually is just that, when I see a faded silhouette of an island. No, not an island, I realize. It’s Africa. I sigh and think to myself:

Is this just a dream?

I continue taking it all in, while listening to my summer playlist. Suddenly, a song comes on. No, not any song, but the song. Pachuca Sunrise, by Minus the Bear, starts playing. A shiver runs down my spine and the blood starts coursing through my veins. This is perfect. Absolutely perfect. And I feel so happy that I could burst, because I never thought that I would get to do this. Hear the words “Midnight on a beach in the Mediterranean.” and actually be there, having seen a midnight on the beach in the Mediterranean. Knowing how the air feels completely silent at that time, only occasionally being interrupted by a gentle breeze. Knowing that it never really is a night, but only a dimmed day. Knowing that it’s a completely different world.

I remember the night before, laying on the rocks, gazing up at the millions of stars I’d never be able to see back home. Thinking that I was actually looking back in time. I felt so tiny. I’d just had the most painful hour of my existence, purging, experiencing delirium and eventually passing out, and I just laid there feeling empty. Peaceful. There’s nothing like the peace after purging. The calm after the storm. Me and a girl discussed life. Death. Everything. We spoke about the past, the present and the future, and I realized that this was one of those moments. One of those moments that would be etched in my soul forever. Because looking up at the stars, and thinking about the universe, I felt the vastness of it all. I really did.

Midnight on a beach in the Mediterranean. And I miss you, sitting here taking it all in.

I agree, emails are underrated.

Email from Succumb to Blasphemy, sent 2011-02-23, 7.45 pm.

When I picture the Future Phemy, I see a very educated woman someone who’s very involved in cultural and artsy stuff. You’re a writer, but at the same time, I picture you with this own… not clinic, because that’s sounds very, like, I dunno. Just not a clinic. I see you as this woman who has sort of like a home for kids who are in a bad shape. Like, it’s some sort of sanctuary for them where you help them and talk to them. Sort of like a psychologist, I guess. Haha, is it funny that I picture you as a blogger too? Like, you write books and you write a blog. you’re probably in America. Though I’m not sure if you’re in Seattle or the state of Washington… Actually, I’m not sure you’re in a rainy place at all because I can imagine you falling in love with a guy who is very artistic (he’s probably one of the reasons why your interest in cultural stuff has evolved into an obsession) and he takes you to live in a sunny ass place, hahaha. Kids? In my imagination you have one at the moment but going on two, hahahaha. xD

Also, you’ve probably been to Mexico a gazillion times and helped kids who are really messed up and your Spanish skills have blossomed and now you’re fluent in the language!! Oooh, and then you help several families move to America and you help even more families who live in the southern part of America to learn how to speak English and you help to integrate them in society.
And when you’re old, you look back on your life with happiness and weightlessness. With the love of your life by your side!
Haha, oh I’m so cliché.
Hugs, chicalitamita!
This put a huge smile on my face and I’m sure you can see why. The life of my dreams. It’s nice to know that you have a friend who knows what you’re about. Oh, and also, a home for troubled teens would be heavenly. I’d feel like my life has a meaning. Maybe one day…