Literature and Wildness.

I was at almost 9000 kilometers away from home, family and friends. I love to travel, but when are happening a lot of bad events, even the nicest adventure becomes a nightmare. So, I was stuck there for another one month, when I found this Erasmus+ project in my country. I applied immediately and since that moment, I was so excited that I was able to take part in it, and eventually I was thinking all the time about it.

I came back home, I spent great moments with my family and friends and after a short time, I did my baggage again. I was super excited, because I waited almost two years to go into an Erasmus+ project and finally it was happening.

After the first day of the project, I met so many people from so many places, that it began to be very hard for me to remember who is who. Just one person was always in my mind, because all day we didn't have a chance to know each other. Only after the night came, I finally found out who she was. The pretty, kind of shy, hipster, portuguese girl.

Starting by being two strangers, we have begun to be more close with each other. In just a short time, we shared our stories, experiences, private things and memories. It was for the first time when I was so open to someone so fast. Practically, she knows my whole life. Beatriz is the only person I’ve met that made me to fight again for my dreams, for my wishes and made me push my life to another level.

We spent a lot of time together, talking about a lot of things. It felt like I finally found someone who is like me, but from opposite gender. We had so many things in common. I remember, one day, after the lunch, everybody was agitated and we were sitting down at the table, completely in our world, peacefully, talking about literature, writers and books. It felt so good to have that inner peace; to realise that you just met someone, but you two have so many things in common, like: the passion for photography and film-making, travel and vintage stuff.

In the beginning we didn't realise how fast the time was passing. We were so focused on activities and on knowing each other and strengthen our friendship. But in the last three days, we slept just three hours. It was exhausting, but we didn't care. We were so obsessed to spend more time together, that we forgot about sleeping. We were always in the same room, listening to music and sharing our lives. We were very tired, but we always said: soon we will go back to our normal life and we will have a lot of time to sleep, let’s take advantage of this moment.

On the last day, everything turned extremely emotional. We gave our personal feedback and after that we have hugged each other and we have cried. For real, for almost half an hour, we cried.

We went to hotel and we took the sheets off the bed and we dressed as super-heroes. We filmed everything, as a last memory together. After a short time, everybody was dressed in sheets.

We went in her room and stayed in silence. We promised that we will visit each other, we will be always in touch and we will send little gifts. Beatriz wrote her home address on my arm, because we didn't had a piece of paper in that moment.

When the time came, I went with her at the train station. It was midnight, it was cold and my body was hurting me after those days without sleep, but everything we could focus on was the fact that everything is done; she’s leaving. We cried again, holding each other tight. And then, one of us said „I love you”. When the train was set in motion, I started to walk in its direction. She walked towards my direction, pushing the people from her way. I started to run, trying to remain close to her as much as I could and she was running to me. It was like we tried to extend that last second together. But the train was gone and I had to stop.

Nowadays, even if we are in different countries, we are sending photos, videos, and messages to each other, in order to keep this connection between us. Very soon, I am going to visit Portugal to see her again.

The end.