Not at home and away
An autobiography of an experience of love: It’s a real story, involving a travel for love to South Africa, she - Mikaela Frances Keen -, me, in Stellenbosch the town, in Cape Town the city, and finally unhappily the trip I made that become into my worst emotional distress of my life in my own land afterwards. More
This story is not just a story of love; it’s a story about abandonment and indifference in the end. This is a story about how someone can build an illusion and after some time, wake someone up and this person is realizing that all what happened in another country, in another continent for love very far away from home was almost like a dream without possibility to find footsteps in the back in order to understand questions or to find reasons for the present situation, especially for the one who decided to travel to reach each other.
It feels like being alone suddenly and literally in a forest full of memories inside, full of pictures, full of stuff collected about that trip, where to put all that? Is a big question that the author is trying to figure out in order to move on, but love it’s precisely a solid rock that can be broken, yes it is, but it’s heavy like a stone of tons of kilograms specially when the stone was built with pure love, sometimes is impossible to remove it with a simple movement or effort, it’s not possible to say like an order – Ok, now you move on, and you got to continue- no, the rock can be transformed into a ghost, chasing the man, and the very soul of the man anywhere, anytime, anywhere; therefore is imperative a solution for the author, a path to continue.
The allegory of a rock as a symbol of love is here because is really powerful for what he want to express here, and to say it without to be naïve from the side of the author or unfair with the one who is mentioned here, because it’s necessary to be objective too, and fair enough with all the events that I’m going to tell in this story. Although I'll be as honest as I can. If I have to find words at random to create a meaning for all this words in this book, I would say: love, attention, appreciation, doubtfulness, insecurity, cruelty, indifference, as it follows each one of them, a relationship has ups and down, but when we are feeling something different we talk, otherwise we continue supporting the one you suppose to love. Maybe I could find more words but I would think that you, the reader, are going to be able to find them, as an afterthought while you are reading this story. And that will be my success. I don’t pretend anything ambitious in this book, just to tell my story. In fact, I’m my own editor, publisher, and author.