Happily homeless

Have you ever felt that you're just literally a dust? Like, there's nowhere you can call home. Nowhere to run back to whenever you feel like you needed to.

Today, I was a bit too early for work, so like what I normally do before I begin my shift, I read a book-- this time, it was The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, after reading a few pages, the lady I was seated next to initiated a conversation-- she was very friendly though she didn't speak a common language in fluency.

With her oranges and bag of sultanas that she was more than willing to share, she also shared that experiences she had in her life.

I am so blessed meeting all these people and hearing their stories. First, Mima, a Slovenian refugee that struggled for a better life in Australia; then Allan, an ex-school deputy principal who was secretly homosexual up until he decided to come out at 57; then now I am having this very wholesome conversation with Fikreta.

Fikreta is very lovely and elegant. She was telling me about her daughter, her experiences and what life brings forth for someone who seeks thrill in it.

As the conversation went by, and a frequent tutorial of a few words from the 10 languages she fluently speaks, I came to discover she was a writer, and she wrote books in many languages-- as often she wrote was as fond as she read. She read books from authors that I've never heard of, only except with Pablo Neruda.

I found her stories really brilliant, and I was more than inspired to travel. I felt like I was Santiago, and she was the old king who seated next to him in the plaza-- it was something like that, also that I was holding that book felt a bit weird.

I also remember she was singing to me in her high pitched melodic voice. She was an opera singer in Europe, and she had three voices: alto, soprano and I forgot the other one. Her lovely voice was echoing through the lifeless pavements and faded buildings of Rundle Mall, and she was unbelievably gifted in what she does.

Well, I think it's a good thing where there's nothing to look back to. You can just keep moving forward. You consider the place where you at for the moment your home, and life just never gets boring.

It's only when you don't acknowledge a blessing, it comes to be a curse.