When do you call a friend a friend?

First of all: this will not be a usual entry on citygefluester, it will not be one of my crazy stories, it will more be a thank you and a present for a special person. That is the reason why I’m writing this in English, no worries it will be an exception.

I meant to put this online month ago but life is just too fast and busy sometimes that I couldn’t found the time. Well that is not the complete truth.

This text in his original form is sitting here on my computer quite a long time now waiting to come out and show his dress on my blog but like always in life you have to overcome some obstacles.

My obstacles where laziness, forgetfulness and no Internet connection at home.

But now after 3 month I made it. A smart man once said; better late than never.

I want to talk about the feeling you sometimes have when you are new in a city or in a place and what happens when this place becomes your new home.

Everybody probably knows this feeling in the beginning or even later, that you have when you try to settle down in a place where you know almost nobody and which fears you feel in this moments.

I’m quite use to this feeling of not knowing what is going to happen and if you will make it. I changed my centre of life so many times before that it should be easy for me but every time it scares me again.

One of the problem is finding new friends and people who love you and which you can love back.

Even if you find nice people easily sometimes you feel alone and wish your old friends would knock at your door and you can order pizza and lie in bed all Sunday and talk about everything and old times. The ones you can lean your head and the ones who are playing with your hair while watching TV.

The ones you don’t have to talk to but they understand what you are trying to say. The ones who are knowing you better than you know yourself sometimes and the ones who are loving you regardless.

I guess we all know that you can’t find these kind of friends at every corner.

Even if you think you found them I sometimes question myself; would they miss you when you gone and will they stay in touch?

Do we really have this special connection that it takes to call somebody a real friend?

Sometimes when you find new friends you have still moments where you lie in your bed and question the people in your “new” life and you feel lonely. “Can I really call him at this time of night or will he be irritated” or “ Can I tell her my family problems, my lovesickness or about my horrible boss”?

For me it takes a while to go this extra step and for open up to somebody completely and it takes time to lay your head on somebody’s shoulder and to play with his hair.

But if it does happen, it is the most amazing feeling and it is a little miracle.

To be sure you find a special somebody who will be, from now on, a part of your life and will not disappear; that is worth all the trouble and all the lonely nights.

Edu is one of this person were it was worth waiting for.

He makes my day a bit brighter and I feel save. I feel save because he knows my little faults and dark secrets, my weaknesses and my crazy moods.

But he likes me just the way I am. He sees me with his own eyes and he still wants to be my friend.

That is the most precious gift you can get in foreign city/ country, far away from home. Not the city itself makes you call a place home, it is the people who make it your new home and who allow you to survive.

This is a big thank you for all the wonderful people I meet in Barcelona and who helped me to go through good but also bad times.

Especially Edu and Rafa, you are my stars on a cloudy sky and you will always be in my heart, no matter where I will be.

And remember that we always have a date at PRIMAVERA SOUND.

MUA!