. . .“Something I always wanted to know from migrants: Do you feel sometimes like I do, a
kind of homesickness, despite that you are very happy in the “new” Country? A kind of strange sentiment about your old customs, language, food, music or humor? I always
was very critic about Switzerland during my life there. Now it turned out that I feel
more patriotic than I ever expected.”. . .
After rereading this fragment that you had sent me previously, I feel that those sentiments take place frequently to those that live their “home” behind. While we were living there, we saw issues and problems with the place, but then, when we are far, we realize that the issues were not as bad as they seemed or that we have changed our value system.
Many of my immigrants friends feel the same way.
When I first arrived here in Barcelona, every time I heard someone speaking with a Venezuelan accent, I would feel this inner motivation to talk to them or at the very least I would hear every word they said until I couldn’t hear them anymore. I used to be bothered by this when I lived in Venezuela.
Now I value the simple things and some not so simples is that before they were not important because I always had them. Such things are for example a tree shadow, flowers, or my pets.
I see that you have visited Andalucia this summer. I went to the south as well and one of my favorites images is that of the olive trees. How they are planted on the mountains and as they follow lines it all seems like a magnificent natural hairdo. I was astonished by the patterns and textures created It looked like a sea of olive trees navigating on the valleys and hills.
