So here we go again.
A lot of things have happened in the last few months, but one, the most important, is that I am back. I am back in the Mother City, eventually. And I have started my new life as a postgrad worker in this beautiful city.
It wasn’t a simple choice to leave behind everything, from friends to love, passing through family and home. People may believe that this was an opportunistic behaviour, that going working abroad was a simpler solution to start my career. Indeed, for a certain verse, yes it was.
On the other hand, no. Usually when you leave your home country, you know that you will come back. Not in my case. Or at least not soon.
I was recently reading an article about how much does the emigration of graduates cost to the Italian economy every year (check the article here). It is impressive. And then countries abroad use our talent because they offer better opportunities to develop our potential, or simply another mindset (South Africa has tried very hard to let me home though. VISAs are seriously something unbelievable in here).
So, cara vecchia Italia you are my best friend. But in this moment I cannot stand you. What the hell are you waiting for?
I still want to come back, but not with those people that are considering our beautiful country their own private place, and in this exact moment, I recognize that I cannot do nothing to change this situation. So why have I decided to leave you? Because:
I don’t want to live in a place that has had one of the biggest opportunities ever (Expo 2015) and it has messed up so much with everything related to the organization of it.
I don’t want to live in a place where everybody is telling what we should do but nobody is actually doing something (neither caring sometimes).
I don’t want to live in a place where people who know someone will be more rewarded than people who actually deserve it.
I don’t want to live in a place where everybody must “appear” to fit into the society, instead of being what he/she really is.
I don’t want to live in a place where people have no energy.
I am sorry Italia, but in this moment apparently we are not meant to be together. But I will be back. And if the situation will not change, I will personally use all my strenght and my knowledge to change it.
In the meantime, let me give you some other Capetonian Perspectives
And I would like to leave you with a powerful quote. James Joyce’s style represents exactly what I have done in this post.
“Her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible.”
James Joyce
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