Monday, April 10, 2006

Early Morning


Monday, 8am. Loque, Paraguay. Tired, I sat down on the pavement. I am waiting for the bus on the corner of the street, looking at the passing cars and people.
The town is waking up, getting ready for the new week. People already carry groceries, in large amounts. Mostly rice, corn, flour, manioc, and little white buns called galietitas.

Amazing that even when I try to hide, there is always someone who would notice a blond head. I slowly got used to people watching my every move, with a surprise in their eyes when I do the same things they do. I also got used to being called Brazilian or German. It has not happened in my life yet that someone would just say, Hey you are Polish!....

This early morning I came to Loque to buy paints for my mural project.
Now I am sitting here, thinking that this is a view of life so many people today have in this world. Those, that I met in Sao Paulo, Brazil; homeless, and street people... So many sit on the pavement and look at those passing buy with hope in their eyes; like everyone in this world, they are searching for the Truth.

I am enjoying this morning, discovering that I am free to be ME, that I do not need to impress anyone, that I do not need to prove anything, and that I found the Truth.

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