The Third Home
When arriving in a city we see streets in perspective. Sequences of buildings with no meaning. Everything is unknown, virgin. Later we’ll have lived in this city. We’ll have walked in its streets. We’ll have been to the end of the perspectives. We’ll have seen all the buildings. We’ll have lived stories with people. When we’ll have lived in this city, we’ll have taken this street 10, 20, a 1000 times. After a moment, everything belongs to you because you’ve lived there. It was to happen but I didn’t know it yet.
- L’Auberge Espagnole (2002)
The seemingly random chaos of the roads, streets and corners of this city all falls into place now. After 2 years I have finally deciphered the order in the chaos. I understand its pulse. I don’t feel a stranger anymore. Yes, Kochi too is now my home. And I’m loving it.
