Bliss in the ghetto

27 May Bliss in the ghetto

The neighbourhood I lived in for more than a year, was, if not the worst, the second-worst in this city. The view I had was the block of studios in front of my one, it was very crowded, noisy and quite dangerous. When I moved there, in the rush of having a place to sleep, I took the first one available, didn’t think much, just to notice the next days the disaster that this place was. Among the terrible things about it, the kitchen was missing the window glass; the kitchen was communicating with a balcony which was missing glasses too, in other words, for a while the wind was blowing through my kitchen.

The house in which I used to live with my ex, was in the most beautiful neighbourhood with houses, sunny all day, I had a huge garden on the hill, to sunbathe, without anyone being able to see me and with a spectacular view all over the woods and the area, squirrels were coming there often. In that house, I was feeling more and more trapped. In this ghetto, in the smallest, ugliest studio there was, looking at the only tree, about a meter high in front of my window, I was in complete, utter bliss. I remember the wind going through the trees’ few leaves and me, being completely ecstatic. Pure bliss.