Two different paths, My same Shoes.

The plane landed on time. I almost felt asleep when the captain said that we reached our destination: The largest city in Mexico: Mexico city. A city with more than 4 million cars, a messy paradise full of different beds and different shoes. There I was, bringin my two different pairs of doc marteens: Black and green.

The metro crowd.

I picked up my baggage and walked through the "welcome door". Four years had passed, before this writer came back to that magical city. I didn't understand anything, the airport has changed... a lot, just like me, probably it didn't recognized me aswell.
I tried to catch a cab, It was almost impossible. So I asked someone's help. While he was talking on the radio to get one taxi for me, I realized that I didn't know where to go. I threw myself into a city where I don't know anyone that well, to ask them to go and visit them really early in the morning.
So I tried to figure out where to go, checking the different options that I had in my torn head. I couldn't but hear the voice of this guy telling me that my taxi was going to arrived at any moment.
By the time the cab got there, I was even more confused. So, once I got into the transportation machine, my mouth played a game at me and said: "I'm going to blah, blah, blah". I was shocked, did I really know what was I doing?. Nope, but still I did it, like pretty much in my poor life story.
It took us forever to get to the hotel, It was ok, I was enjoying the view: thousand cars stucked in the traffic jam, all the horns played by many different people, making of the sound, some kind of anthem of the city, that anthem would become my soundtrack later that weekend.

This doesn't belong here.

As soon as I got to the hotel's entrance, my phone rang. It was my friend Omarov, telling me he wanted to see me, he sounded excited about the fact that I was in his city, he had so many plans, which in the future developed in many memories to me.
I checked in, I took the elevator up to the third floor, 303 was my room. Mine and no ones else. I felt so happy, it brought back old passages of me, being in my early twenties, traveling around Europe by myself. I remembered how much I love to travel with me and my complicated and sensitive personality.
I looked myself in the mirror, "Hello me, it's me again". I was blissful with the idea of walking around the different neighborhoods with Tani, a girl who I lost in Vancouver like a year and a half ago.

I took all my clothes out of the bag, hanged them; set all my perfumes and my many cosmetics on the dressing table; put on some red lipstick and took my black vintage hat, I didn't wear it right away, I just hold it  with my shaky hands. I took the elevator down, and my adventure began.
Everyone was nice at me: the people at the front desk smiled at me all the time, the bellboy was actually flirting   and the hotel taxi drivers were checking out my ass as I walked out the door.

I'll decide when it's the right time.

"So, how did you reach that point?
-What do you mean?
-Yes, how did you know what did you wanna become, who did you wanna be? I'm on the verge of my twenties, almost reaching my third decade in this world, and I don't know what do I want to do with my life, don't have even a fucking clue man!
-Well, that's exactly what you need to figure out for starters, then everything will be so much easier.
-Fuck man, I'm a mess, a chaos, a puzzle with missing pieces, and I don't know where should I start looking for them.
-I'll help you. Tell me, what do you enjoy doing the most?
-Writing, fashion, debating, politics, haha, don't know, many things.
-That's why you are so confused, you have many things to focus on, and probably you have good skills in all of them. So you are a very artistic person.
-I wouldn't considered myself an artist.
-Why not?
-Cuz I hate that term.
-Hahaha I see, well you have to call yourself something in order to start selling yourself as something.
-Yes, you are probably right.
-Another beer?
-Why not..."
He gave me a wanna-be-cold-beer, and lost himself into another converstation, with a fashionable girl, who wasn't me.
I started talking with my friend O, but I was still checking out his movements. His 50's glasses were, once in a while, reflecting the black light on me, on my white chest: He made me glow, and I felt so unique in the crowd.

Later that night, when I was dancing with my friend, I noticed that he was staring at me. He was really far away from the improvised dance floor. He walked towars me, and he said: "You are a chaos because you are a tornado baby, you could turn apart everything you touch, anyone you say 'hi'..." He made me shine even brighter.
"-May I ask your age?
-I'm 33 years old, and you?
-Almost 29.
-So, you are 28, don't give answers that belong to the future.
-I wont, from now on.
-It's late, and the party is getting really 'drunky', listen, would you like to come over my apartment, ask O, he knows where I live. Just one block away.
-I don't know, it's really late and I have to get on a plane tomorrow morning.
-I promise it wont be like a marathon.
-Haha, that's ok, just one beer."

Me and a bunch of people went there: the apartment of my dreams, so beautiful, it was alive, great furniture and lots of books and magazines: politics and fashion were emerging from the bookshelf, like if it was mine. Later that night, I would be informed that his parents are diplomats, and that he knows a hell of international relations  and history. He shares his apartment with a Le monde correspondent... That apartment had all the people that I'd been waiting to talk to, that I'd been wanting to ask so many questions, to get an idea... Any idea.

"-Don't go, stay one more night.
-No, I can't, but I wish I could. I have to work tomorrow.
-What do you do?
-I'm a kindergarten teacher.
-Awww, You must be the most interesting kindergarten teacher in the world.
-Haha, relax man.
-No, really. You think you are a mess, but you are nothing but a bunch of extrentic and good things together, you are exactly who someone needs to feel alive.
-.... (I couldn't say anything, I didn't know what to say)... I'm just a lost little girl, trying to teach to other little guys something about life, and I'm scared I'm the worst role model they could have.
- You are a little tornado, you're supposed to turn upside down some lives, even your own life.
-It was a great night, thank you so much for your nonesense, it made some sense to me. We will never see each other again.
-No, we wont. I'm moving to Amberes soon.
-I'm moving to somewhere, soon. It's been a pleasure.
-It was a real pleasure."
We hugged, I coul feel his fingers digging into my shoulders, he could feel my heart racing as his chest tried to say something that his lips didn't pronounce, but that I could hear:
"I really hope so too" My voice replied.

Some experiences don't last long enough in time, but they do in our hearts. That's my consolation prize.