The Unidentifiable Beauty

That nervous making moment suddenly appeared, fallen unexpectedly from the blue Portuguese sky. The moment where all tentacles of overstretched nerves reach out to feel a reason for being at that well thought-over and freely chosen place in time. All should be better, the dream came to life and all wishes became a reality. A six-bedroom house, all for yourself, in the beautiful vicinity of rural Portugal, a swimming pool brightened up by beams of the only sun, an adopted daughter of a chain dog, a few chickens, a proudly placed solar boiler on the south-side of the roof, a four-wheel drive on the driveway behind the electric “portão”. Your Facebook account shows a profile picture wearing sunglasses, the cover photo reflexes the beauty of your little kingdom. Friends and family left behind in the country where maybe out of frustration, maybe simply because life itself wasn’t satisfactory, the dream was born and chased after, are looking at your timeline entries full of delightful outs...