Friends

Some people ask me how I can move from country to country, how I manage to leave my friends behind… The truth is, my life is s little bit like my storage room. It hasn´t got infinite space, but enough to keep the people worth having around.

Some say friendship needs to be nurtured. But I believe we do that every time we start a new friendship. People that mark you, whatever the reason, are forever tatooed in your life, wether you keep in touch with them or not.

That´s how I recently met with a friend from Venezuela whom I hadn´t seen in ten years, and yet, it seemed not a day had passed. Or get reunited with all my colleagues from London after two years, even though they had stopped seeing each other as well. Some of the people I lost touch with from my time in the States add me as a friend in facebook one day and remind me of things I completely forgot about. And even one of my best friends doesn´t mind to come all the way from Patagonia just so we can see each other every six years or so.

The best thing about all this is that there is still room for the people that keep arriving into my life…Suddenly, I find myself in Buenos Aires, sitting in a bar terrace with “eight new friends” that I´ve only just met a couple of hours ago, and yet I cannot stop laughing. And there are also the ones that currently sorround me who, just like me, want to spread their wings and start flying at their first opportunity.

People ask me if I´m not afraid to let them go, to lose what we now have. As time goes by, I realise that “what we have” cannot be lost, it is forever imprinted in our memory and it comes back whenever life allows it. Every new person I meet enriches me. But none occupies anoybody else´s place. They arrange themselves like a tetris game, building the pillars of my life...