A loop?
And its gone... gone... going... Gone... everything gone... give a damn...[Black Eyed Peas - Gone Going]
It's over.
They've gone.
Like seven years ago everything is done.
Every room is now quiet and empty.
You go back speaking in your language only.
You think you don't care.
For the first time, you go to a Taizé meeting by car. And this is strange enough.
You park 50 steps far away from the entrance. The parking signs are in your language this time.
You run back on the highway, hoping that the snow won't be falling too hard.
You reach a friend for the huge New Year's Eve dinner he prepared and you finish everything in half an hour, eating as fast as you can. It's not polite, but you're out of time and you can be sure that he understands.
You rush to the train station because some Portuguese girls lost the last train, then you look for some sixteen-years-old Serbian guys that drank a bit too much and are lost somewhere.
You enjoy the atmosphere of a bonfire on the snow.
Everything can melt, now.
Marco, yesterday I told you that this story was palindromic. Actually, it's not!
Instead, all this make me think about the Möbius strip (see the picture above) : a surface with only one side and only one boundary that you can endless run through...
"A mathematician confided
That a Möbius band is one-sided,
And you'll get quite a laugh,
If you cut one in half,
For it stays in one piece when divided"