It's 9am here, I'm awake since 8am and this is quite extraordinary for me!
Though I love mornings, I tend to oversleep. alot. really a lot.
But lately I've been waking up at the latest at 9am, and this feels good!
Anyway. I'm now listening to Stevie Wonder's I just call to say I love you, and this gets me wondering how many people, right now in the world are listening to the same song?
Yesterday while I was talking on skype with a friend of mine, we started talking about clouds( if you don't know, i love clouds) and the same question popped again in my head: "since the very begining of earth, did the sky look exactly the same even only twice?'
And in that moment, I'm thinking of all the ones who may be having the same thoughts, at the same moment. I imagine someone in Brazil, who has pulled an all-nighter, and who is looking at the stars. Or maybe someone in Australia, on the beach, staring at the sea. I don't even know if they exist, but I know somewhere in the world, in this huge world, there has to be at least someone who is thinking the same as me, right now.
And it makes the world looks a bit different.
Suddenly I can hear the early birds in Brazil, feel the slightly cold air of dawn. And I feel the grains of sand beneath my feet, I hear the laughs of children playing together after school.
I often think of the friends and people I've met 'on the road', just trying to imagine what they are doing now.
In their how so different, but yet so similar lives. I'm pretty sure most of them don't even remember me, but when I had my backpack, waiting for the train in Budapest, I was looking at this old man explaining tourists how to buy tickets. I also remember perfectly this old man in Tokyo, who talked to me about France and Korea. I could draw the face of this waiter in Roma, telling me about his tattoos. I often think of Kate, who helped me so much when I was in Moscow. And I also can't forget the sweet lady who said she liked my eyes, when hers were like ocean blue. I hope one day this young brazilian guy will invite me again to a picpinc in a park in Berlin.
I highly doubt any of them really remembers me at all, but this doesn't matter.
Because I keep them in my heart, they are a how much important reason why my trips have been amazing.