My Skin – Natalie Merchant (Ophelia)
Back to London for the last time. For the last time? I don’t think so...
Because when the wheels of the plane touch the ground at Stanstead airport, causing en earthquake under my toes, causing shivering to all of my cells, I feel like being home.
Because when I carry my 10kg luggage, slaloming between the Europeans, managing to cross the UK Border before the rest, buying my bus ticket to Liverpool Street Station and reaching the bus as if I’m used to the whole procedure, as if it is part of my life, I feel like being home.
Because when I choose my favourite seat in the bus, the one in the back, nearby the toilet, when I pull my English phone out of my pocket, when I call Giuseppe to ask for a soup, just a soup tonight, when I send a dozen of texts to friends I missed, when I send even one to the one who makes my heart bleed, I feel like being home.
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