A
few days ago I turned 37. As a woman I think I crossed that mental line
you’re old enough to do some things or you’re missing the train to do
others. It’s a little distressing. Sometimes
I feel trapped, like the flowers of the Crystal Palace I visited on my
birthday, I lack to feel the fresh air, smell the earth, hear the water,
... are things so simple that, Will it be real? Or will it be one of the serious consequences of living for 4 years in a city as chaotic as Madrid? The crisis, whether personal or global, is a good time to change course, and I think the time has come. I just need a compass to know where to go.
::: exhibition by Petrit Halilaj :::
