April 7, 2020
“My very last day in Paris, I had literally packed up all my stuff, and my landlord had come by to pick up my keys. I still had a few hours left until I had to catch my train back home.
And there was a neighbour, who I think was living two floors above me. He was the first person I met when I moved in. He was always standing right outside my window, smoking. And it used to annoy me, because all the smoke then would come into my room. And he would always chat to all kinds of people. That annoyed me too.
So the very last day, I was leaving the apartment, and it was all the emotions and it was weird. And he was standing outside my window, again. And for first time, I got to really chat to this guy, and it was the most amazing conversation I had in four years of living in Paris.
He told me his whole story of how he came from Sicily when he was seventeen without any money, and he’s been living in Paris ever since. He was already retired. All of a sudden, I had an understanding for him and why he was talking to so many people on the street, because he knew everyone who lived on that street by now.
He told me that he was a carpenter. And now, he refurbishes furniture for fun and sells them. He would pick up some stuff from flea markets and tear everything apart, and re-do the cushions and put a new fabric on them. There was this couch with a wooden frame and a zebra print! It looked amazing.
In that moment I sort of believed in, something like destiny. That some things were meant to happen. I felt that maybe I was meant to finally talk to him on my last day, to leave Paris with a smile.
The last thing he told me was, ‘do not lose your spirit.’ That’s when I thought I had to write this down. Those moments, you really have to keep in your memory for whenever things do get tough again.
And I had the entire conversation for half an hour in French, too. I was proud of myself!”