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Non C’era

Found by Raquel in Hostel Lima, Peru

My last night in Peru after serving 2 years in the Peace Corps, I found this post-it on the door to my private hostel room. It was a poem in Italian about giving in to the fates. I got the gist of it with my rudimentary-level Italian. The message rung true on this, the closing of one chapter and beginning of another. A good sign in a time of transition. But using Google translate I was able to create a more coherent translation here: “There was no more wind, there was no more night, there was no more sea. It came, and knowing where to go and that it was all destiny, I was open to it and to the interminable build up of time and the taste of surrendering to fate, knowing where to go and to reach for it.”