What is happening?
I thought I was the one making decisions. Still I find myself in situations that I would like to describe to someone, not because I would like to tell something about myself but because I want to share the news. I am surprised of how situations develop and unfold. I find myself on a train to Vienna. I left from Venice. In between those two sentences I had to pause for a moment for remembering my point of departure. It seems that even when it is me who makes the decisions for taking a direction of action, I still can not decide the situation that follows. I feel that I am flowing in the surface and diving from a space to another. I do not know where I am going, and I do not know what to expect. - - I survived from Rome. I did not decide to leave two days earlier, but I could not help the strong feeling of having to leave. I did not decide to be treated in a certain way (good, I guess, but not for me), and I did not decide to miss my beloved one so much it ...