TIME TO THINK
TIME TO THINK..
I am already in Nebraska state, a farming ones , no matter what ever you look at , that you only see corn, soya fields , and huge trucks , and trains carriying all the good all over the places, i´ll cross this state by the Lincoln highway, a road that goes from east to west, and i have to say that it does almost straight, oh well, we may can say so many thing about americans , but me i have to say that they are really practical, anyway for me this road with out curves the only thing it gives to me is the time to think.
I think that every day that passes i feel that i have already lost the battle of helping here in this country, peopl´s have so much, and my self i cant make any little diference, but from the other side there is also the paradox of my life, becouse this time it´s me the ones who´s helped so much, I cant and i will never ever forget the huge gratitude of Rita´s and Glenn´s ( Mom and Dad ),till the point that i almost talk to them every day, and from there i went to Travi´s one of their sons in Mineapolis that treated me like one more of the familly again, but as usual i had to leave.
And days pass and it looks like that we only have the memories left, but the truth is that isn´t becouse i have those that they love me and i do love them,and among this boring long stretches of road i often have the chance for nice things like seeing some deers jumping happy , puting their lifes in danger crossing this roads, but sometimes in their game life not all are so lucky , and they cross in a wrong day and in a wrong moment.
Wind those days got so ungry, and show the darkerst part of it, and literally nailed me one day on the side of the road, is one of those moments that the only allied that we have is the frustration, but again life sometimes strictes some new surprisses, and that day mine was that Doug passed by, Doug is a former priest that decide to take the road of the bible words to get away from he´s own hell, and some how this day he pulled me away from mine too,he did it with humble and full of devotion, why he did it? well just becouse he wanted, so maybe you guys that sit on your cauch drinking beer and watching tv, you may not understand what i am talking about, but if i tell you that my life every single day is a new life , yo may maybe understand, and me i just keep having time to think.
In a mean time i try my best to believe that what my eyes see it´s worst to see, but the fact is that nebraska keeps beeing boring, and the only thing i can do is making my own movies into my little head, to just get out of all this monotony, and yet , here it comes!, i remember that weh i was in Afrika seeing one of those big telephone aerials meant life around, or that in South Afrika , when you see the big church towers meant that a village was there, and here are those famous Water towers, those that in many american movies there is always somebody who climbs it to claim something.
So, at 1pm, when everybody supossed to be eating in Chapman a littele town of 230 people´s , i headed towards the water tower with a big smile on my silly face, but i coulnd,t climb more than 15 rungs that the sheriff car came over, and with he´s cow boy hat he talled me to come down, once there he said what the hell are you doing?and when i have explained my dream, he just almost die of laugh, and said! get out of here, i asked him if he wanted to take a picture with me , but he looked me as i guess i would look at him if i was in he´s position, so i left with the great pleasure of beeing scorted with the sheriff car till the main road, oh well just a funny anecdote, i may try again, ha ha ha…
But today i´ll finish this chronicle, telling you how lucky i am to be out here, so lucky to pass by all those people´s like,Rita´s , Glenn´s, Doug´s, Tom´s or Travis that he putted me a little enveloppe inside my new tent long ago, and i just found out about last night , silly me!!!, he wrote nice words , and he putted some little money that i am sure it blow new fresh air to Gambada,But my hapinness saw the light this morning why? becouse last night i arrived at Silver Creek a little little village, i,ve stoped at the cafe , just the matter of seeing somebody, i have talked with the old people that´s always great , but i also talked a lot with a little girl 7 years old that i dont know her name, she´s the daugther of the owner of this cafe, and she was so interested with me, she asked me many questions , till the point to ask me if she could follow me with her little poney, oh man! she made me smile so much, and this morning when i awake, the day was rainy and grey, and i went back to the cafe, and the owner she invited me a one huge breakfast, and i asked why this?and she said that the little girl was so fascinated of me that she really wanted them giving me food, she really putted a big smile on my face in this gray day, when i left i putted some flowers and a big smile for her on the door.
And me i just keept playing with the reality, becouse i think that if we dont dare it i´ll be so sad , and at the same time an one offend to the freedom, and during the hole day i have felt the luck of having all of you next to me, eventhough i know i cant touch you , but i know that you all there, i have closed my eyes and listened this song that tells me a lot, and one day from the far away Carol´s sang for me.
Thanks a lot to all of you for making me feel like this…
IT´S VERY HARD TO FAIL IN SOMETHING, BUT IT´S MUCH HARDER TO NOT EVEN TRY IT.
HEALTH AND GOOD JOURNEY, NANDO