It’s already been some time after I came back to Lithuania from Madrid (actually, 4 months). I used to write a blog/diary back then and after I got here I stopped doing. I haven’t published anything after even though I tried to keep in contact with people I met there – both locals and foreigners.
Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I talked to most you people. It is very reasonable not to keep virtual contact if the real contact was the tie. But it doesn’t mean I feel good about it, especially because back then I felt of all of you being very special persons and now – so hypocritic, not even texting you. Some of you probably feel the same – I haven’t got a few replies for months. I am sure that it doesn’t mean that we won’t ever meet again in reality.
I believe living in Spain has given so much to me and now I am affraid that nothing will ever happen to overtake those feelings. Simply – the best of my life has already passed. This idea seems dreadful yet I am happy to have experienced it all. I had to be in a totally different atmosphere. Can I say that I was myself, then? New life and new values emerged and I am so pleased I took it all. I took everything I could and came back to Lithuania with pockets full of experiences and thoughts. And maybe, just maybe, they haven’t been used all yet.
It is a letter for a country, a city (which I happened to get to know with like with my fingers), guys from COGAM, from UEM. For “Museo de jamon”, warm evenings and lively nights (I never partied that much before, and after). For all the cultural places I visited, supermarkets I’ve shopped in, strangers I’ve spoken to.
How I miss churros, friendly hugs, heart-shows on TV, swearings of madrilenos. But it’s only a three hour flight and I am there – so I am not sad at all, I have my friends here, more pleasant summer weather and language that I feel more comfortable with. And I know that anytime I can escape to a place I used to call home.
