I was asked to write the welcome blog in my firsts weeks in the ICS program, I was asked
to write about what were coming, about volunteers and about me, but this was
before to meet those crazy strangers, some of them from far away and some of
them from too close. Y after, when the time passed , after the joys and the
goodbyes, after the blogs and the documents, when was the moment to write the
goodbye blog, all the words disappeared, all become in a knot in the throat
that was trying to escape through the eyes.
And those
months passed by, the adventures finished. I was standing sunken in duties and
joys, pretending not to know that in some moment we all would have to leave,
and we decided to pretend that it will never end, but the time was running.
I dedicated
myself to work thinking in the projects, in the objectives and the results that
we should have. It wasn't all easy, sometimes, coordinate is a hard work that
requires patience, were six months between centres, fairs and volunteers. They
kept their dreams, big dreams, dreams of those who came to change the world.
Dreams that maybe were too big to be in my hands.
And those
months passed by, the adventures finished. I got scared to know that I had
those dreams and hopes of those wonderful volunteers on my back, but were the
same dreams that pushed me forward when the days became long. But the time was
running.
And the
time to say goodbye came twice, the office used to have the custom to write
little goodbye messages to all. I was observing the little envelopes getting
filled, trying not to understand that the time was running out, it was the way
that I lost the opportunity to write goodbye. The good memories came to my mind
and I started to discover that, maybe we didn't changed the world but those
guys will someday.
And those
months passed by, the adventures finished. How to write them little messages
with all the feelings accumulated in that time? I hate goodbyes, but maybe I
could have time for the last hug before they left. But the time was running.
And then I
saw them crossing the airport doors, I saw them saying goodbye to me in
different places. I felt how the plane took a piece of my heart to the other
side of the sea twice. I felt how other pieces went to different places. It was
when the blogs, the documents and the duties seemed so worthless, in comparison
the memories, photos and the work done. And the months passed by, the adventure
finished. The office, the ways and other places are now so empty and silent,
everything looks so different. There's some paint not finished, but the time
was running.
This is the
goodbye blog, but goodbye doesn't mean end. There are many empty spaces, but
there are more spaces that now are full, full of memories, of joy and
promises... someday my friends, someday we will meet again somewhere in the
world.
See you
soon!
Raúl, el
gato.
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