Limbo

Tell me if you agree - aren't we humans quite greedy? Why do we need more and more all the time? What's this talk about evolution and stuff???
The moment we realize the dream is fulfilled is crucial. The seed of continuity is there. I call this moment limbo. The first feeling is satisfaction. Then, other feelings come along: we feel desperate, desolate, sad, as if love had ended. But beware... love does not equal passion. If we accept all this nihilism, we might end up believing nothing was worth the try. But that is not so.
The limbo is permanently pregnant.
Even before the new dream comes into mind we have already planted the seed. That is the exact magical moment when the embryo breaks the shell. The secret of sustainability is therefore revealed: adaptability, love, the will to live, cooperation, a healthy mind and devotion.
That was what happened after Alzavola.
We used to say 'we've done so much, and yet there's so much to do. But not like this. It has to be some other way'.
That's when we met Lucca, a dentist from Bologna, who collects old motorbikes. He pulled my wisdom teeth out with such precision that only half an hour later, I was already having pizza. He did it with a tool hat looked like a corkscrew. My biting was so wrong, he took me to a bunch of specialists who stood there and examined me as a rare case, since it had affected my mouth muscles. Curious thing is, Paul and I had never noticed it before.
Lucca became a good friend of Paul's and invited us to work at the beach to sell ice cream and pannini, and also offered a place to stay in La Madallena, a tiny little island right on the north of Sardinia. Look at the picture and guess what our answer was.
Sardinia is this island with magnificent stones and diamond-clear sea water, with very simple inhabitants who speak Sardo - which sounds nothing like Italian - loads of wild boars, highly expensive resorts, and no trees left, besides cork.
Our neighbors would call us once in a while to have diner. The guy simply said “ayow” and op, we're invited. He would serve us this terrible homemade wine and the lady served delicious and unforgettable pasta, such as the large raviolli filled with  sheep's milk ricotta and lemon, served with a roast meat sauce. There was also the fettuccine with bird's heads sauce. Obviously the dining room was so dark I only discovered I had been eating bird's heads sometime after eating them.
So we gathered money to fulfill our new dream: our own boat. Better said, that was Paul's dream. We got it.
However, it wasn't my dream. At that time I was already thinking about returning to Brazil. Shame I was so young and didn't know how to appreciate that moment as much as I should. But it was worth it. And how.

That's me at the gelatti stand