From the land across the pond

And when I arrived there, I opened my eyes to the real world. I saw exactly what I had been blind to so far. I realized how different that land was from what I had on my mind. Standing in front of that new city, I could feel I had lost all my dreams on the way. All I had at the moment was nothing, since the few things I owned were left behind me –though my hands hadn't wanted to let them go. How dark that city was, how close to my hometown in spite of the skyscrapers. Under the label of freedom, there was only my old life going on as it had ever done. What was I doing there? Why had I been told right the opposite of truth? Then I remembered something someone had said long time ago: “we don’t believe in our standards, but in the idea of believing in them; maybe you were not in love with your dreams, but with the idea of loving them”. I rose my eyes up to the statue of that woman beholding a lamp, and decided to stop thinking of her in order to start becoming her. I walked into the city as the sun rose from the ocean.