156 days until the set day of departure. More then ever the venture seems to be crazy, impossible, hardly manageable. And yet: such a lot has happened during that year! The first idea and the current situation are worlds apart. Worlds of experience, and worlds of learning.
One and a half years of preparation have indeed not been too much.
My old life is a fire that is cooling down. Almost every day, I do something "for the last time". The dreaded time when the old is not there any more and the new has not yet arrived is approaching swiftly. This black hole that needs to be overcome.
And I still haven't got used to the new rhythm of life. I still feel under pressure, wanting to achieve things, to be finished quickly, to "apply" somewhere, hoping for success.
The closer the unknown comes, the more support I need from the patron and destination of my journey: Aldo Moro. I write letters to him. Ask him for his help, feel his warmth, and enjoy small signs.
But John F's energy is also needed more than ever. He is the pioneer, the adventurer. The "new frontiers", the departure into the unknown, were the topic of his life. On an intellectual as well as on a physical level.
His courage gives me stability. Although - or because - it was he who said: "The stories of past courage can teach, they can offer hope, they can provide inspiration. But they cannot supply courage itself. For this each man must look into his own soul." But:
"We are not here to curse the darkness, but to light a candle that can guide us through that darkness to a safe and sane future. For the world is changing. The old era is ending. The old ways will not do. " - JFK
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