LArobe very sad, that all efforts to finish in time to the research project blend well with a hateful email from my boss who said that three days of leave need not be guaranteed. My presence is required gentilmentemaneanchetanto here in this chair, elbows on the desk and the expression of one who knows to do the wrong choice. Yet here she was, LArobe again this morning, fair as the sun in her eyes and countless gray hairs sprouted in the last 3 days.
Why South Sudan will vote again today, and everything that will happen, LArobe will always be here, underpaid and yawning to follow the first steps of independence thousands of miles in hot and bud winter refuge in Geneva. With useless ideals that fill the world.
What a beautiful friends all locked in the embrace of consolation, at least a real one, while the silence is only associated with my future here in the office, where a single word is wasted for free to thank the dedication, absolute loyalty, even a hint about the pain of postponing the future dellarobi a year if not ever again. Why start a PhD at 28 is not soon, but at 29? 29 + 4 = maybe LArobe no longer wanted to pursue his dreams, and then puts together those roots feared and coveted in the world that seems to Christmas in a bubble that you can flip the cathedral and the snow falls.
Almost 28 years now?
I lick the wounds inflicted by myself and I try not to think further than tomorrow.
Tomorrow I will wake up, I will be in Geneva, will be entirely new and beautiful.
Cadro snow tomorrow.
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