Europe.
On my better days, I find myself imagining what sound would there be that we could associate to an idea of Europe. I even proposed that such sound could well be that of luggage trolleys for travel. It is a sound that accompanies us everywhere when we travel, that keeps reminding us of our bodies, and which mingles with other, new sounds. It never repeats itself and is irregular. It's made of different accelerations, silences and noises. If we pay attention, it does say a lot about the other and about each one of us.
But one day I wake up and without notice a new proposal knocks at the door. It's a whisper. It reminds you of metal and plastic. It doesn't resonate, doesn't travel, doesn't mingle.
It doesn't remind me of the other.
