It almost feels like I`m sleepwalking over the platforms of Frankfurt Central Station. It`s 6 in the morning. My flight from Rio to Germany was, *mmm* interesting. Situated in the middle row, surrounded by a massive (around 20 people) Brazilian family. Featuring drunk uncles, laughing aunties and crying babies. It was like you try to fall asleep in the middle of a local Brazilian cafè: FORGET IT!
Keeping myself distracted by watching movies was also out of the question. My stingy self, had booked a flight with the uber-budget flight company. So entertainment was NOT included. Ah well, self-inflicted. Earplugs and a good read, are also a great way to pass the time.
With my eyes closed, I listen to the calming sound of the sea. My back is on the soft, warm sand. Some salty water drops are slowly making their way from my belly down to the beach. I`m about to take my last jump in the Atlantic Ocean (for now). I gaze at the famous Ipanema beach, the buildings, the taxi`s, the buses that are rushing past. The high green mountains in the background who, like an older brother, embrace the city with their calm and strong appearance. And of course Christ, the 38 m. high wonder of the world. Looking down at the city like a friendly, kind-hearted father. His arms wide and open. Built on top of a mountain, where you can see him watching over you from every angle of the city. Strategically put there in the hope to change the minds of any (potential) criminals and lower the high rate of crime in town.
After a burn-out it was time for a change. I quit my job, sold my stuff and bought a one-way ticket to the Dominican Republic. What was supposed to be a 4 month adventure turned into 2,5 years and counting......
Photo by: Vanessa Marques Barreto