It was some serene, sunny,
smiling afternoon of May in my beloved Friuli (Italy). I was exactly where I
desired to be, in my bf's car, at my place, with my hand in his, at their place.
As I do always profess wapp is the mother of every evil thing. It lets old or
far circumstances re-approach, making closer again all of a sudden, shortening
the fairly gained distances, and permitting weird things to happen. Things
which were unprobable until some moment ago, such as the following one: a
distant friend, known in Israel, sends you a voice message to inform you that
his childhood friend, who works in Oman, is looking for an Italian girl to work
on some unspecified tourism boats in that country.
And you, you didn't want,
you did not think, maybe just a small little wish, maybe you just said it jokingly
"I would like to work in the tourism sector in the Middle East," but
never ever you really had tried...well... you find yourself in the eye of the
cyclone, while in your bf's eyes a second cyclone approaches inexorable,
announcing itself firstly with a sound, this sound: "you will not be
thinking seriously about this, correct ?!"
Definitively uncorrect!
Definitively uncorrect!
I was thinking about it. I
kept on thinking and pondering this idea and scenario for months, we talked
about it for months and too much indeed.
I was disoriented and
moreover, funny to be told NOW, I was threatened: my mother hired my brother to
steal my passport...and this is history and not invenction. Luckily it was a
cold summertime and my windows were usually shut at night. LOL
I got some call which
remind me 'The Ring', from almost the whole family, which is a southern italian
family, so it means most of us is dark-haired and it let it be far more
realistic somehow, mentioning the movie..and of course I put on risk my love-story.
But, you know, men sooner
or later will leave you anyway...so...do not listen to that voice (ehy ... I
was also far-sighted).
Despite all of the
previous bordering conditions, or in fact thanks to those all, finally, on
October 12, I left towards Muscat, Oman.
If you too do not have any
idea of where Oman is ... well, it's just a quick Google job
It was a shame not to start a blog at that time, but I never could put my hands on a laptop in my days over there, and I did not even have a free second of time.
But I do remember some
moments as if they were just happened yesterday. ... and as if they were yesterday, I will
write them down, trying to reach as early as possible today. (Today is January
20, 2017, lol) For the record, the 'domai' ('domai' is my personal way to
define things that are always told to be happening shortly, but seems to do not
come ever. It is a mix of 'domani' and 'mai', which is 'tomorrow' and 'never')
of the title has already arrived. I've been waiting for a working visa for
months to go there and ... well yes, I've had it and I've just come back with
my brand new ID card.
It seems that I am now
officially an authorized tour guide in Oman.
That sentence murmured
between me and myself, "I would like to work in the Tourism sector in
the Middle East" .... it happened.
As always it is when words are
passing, even unconsciously, from my mind to my mouth.
