Wow, my last blog seems to have 'set the cat among the pigeons' as my sister callled to tell me. I have received more emails in the last two days than I have for absolute ages. So, I have decided to post more ambiguous and emotionally distraught emails - just for the attention.
I want you to know that I'm okay. Naples, and living with Neapolitans, is a challenge. Every day it's something new. Quite literally. Gigi has realised that if he stays here for much longer he'll get sucked down into the vortex and never come out again. This city is like an addiction. And last night I finally realised why so many people continue to live here, despite the problems. In fact when I ask the question "Why don't you leave?" most Neapolitans look at me blankly. "Sorry could you repeat the question?" Just like I imagine an addicted person looks at you when you ask "Why don't you give it up?". The question just doesn't make sense.
I'm a little battle weary, but nothing that a cold shower, and a spurt of travelling over the compulsory August holiday period won't cure, with the knowledge that pretty soon WE will book tickets HOME.
I repeat, I'm okay. I haven't broken anything. I have my health, my education, somewhere comfortable and safe to live, an interesting job, some money in the bank, an Australian passport and family and friends around the world who have reached out with messages of love and support over the last few days. Most of all I have the ability to leave Naples, and return to the land of (suns)cream and (eucalyptus) honey that is Australia....although if I can work out how to get a stopover in Kazakhstan on the way home to drop in newly arrived aunt and uncle that would be cool.
If none of this is making any sense to you, email me directly. The more the merrier.
And Aunty Kathy, don't shed any more tears. You have greater things to worry about. Did you know that in Kazakhstan driving with a blood alcohol level above 0% is illegal? Homosexuality is not illegal, but it's not widely accepted. They have the death penalty too. And earthquakes. I can't wait to visit.
Love and smiles,
Wren
2 comments:
That reminds me of when I asked a Glaswegian if they had travelled into Europe, the look I got was a cross between 'You mean there's something else past Edinburgh?' and 'Why in God's name would we want to leave Glasgow you stupid woman???'
Glad to hear you sounding so much more chipper, as I've been very worried about you. Will be great to see you again! Love Sarah
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