Lisboa-Oriente train station
I think the wonder of the Internet is the incredible capability of making friends. Since I began to surf and feeling more comfortable with this communication method, soon I began to develop friends and many have stayed my pen pals -or should we say keyword pals- through the years. We have laughed and cried together, discussed from cooking to politics, from art to the weather in our own corner of the world, while we furiously type our faceless words. Fore some years, I keep these friends who I cherish so much and who have a special place in my life, but it was just until a couple of months ago that I met in person one of them.
She was travelling with her husband to Paris; I was working in a project in Germany and found this very cheap ticket who could take me back and forth to Paris in one day.
I was nervous to meet her, the question I always asked myself: “Are we the way we write”, was in front of me. I was nervous in how she was going to perceive me in real life, as I was nervous in how I would feel with her face to face. I was so happy to realize, that not just she was more intelligent and funnier than her writing, but that she was an incredible warm person. It was a great experience and yes I could say, we are more than our writing, the eyes, the dace expression, our voice and body language are there. Yes it seems, obvious all this, but in this age when we many people in this way, I still feel surprised.
A couple of days ago I met another friend, the same insecurity feelings were there, and the same questions. I travelled to the south, to Lisbon and from there to Beja just to have lunch with him, and the same magic happened. I had a wonderful time and we laughed so much and felt we knew each other for a long time, in a way we do. I was not wrong about him, as I was not wrong about my American friend.
These successful meetings make me curious about gathering with so many others; I would need a ticket to travel around the world.