Vasso

The thing about this trip in Bergolo is that I didn’t expect to experience an inner change as big as it turned out to be. I was in a bad situation, I was emotionally drought by everyday life. These eight days there brought peace in me in a way I can’t explain and wouldn’t imagine. Besides the program and the opportunities, the writing we did and everyday activities, the main savior was each and every one of these guys that I met. I remember not being able to stand due to my lack of sleep, but I didn’t mind. We stayed up until late night (or early morning) talking and sharing. Every time gluing another part of me in the right position. I remember this one night, this band was playing down the theatre and me and Angelo were smoking some cigarettes and drinking our night tea. I was staring at the sky, and after a long time felt free and strong. Putting down my thoughts in a paper and sharing them helped me reach this situation. Dancing and playing childish games also. Teaching our famous greek words, walking down a river, laying on the grass and listening to stories. Singing and hugging. Complaining in my reflection group. The mountains, the sky, and the grass.