Mosel, cradle of theRiesling wine. The Moselle, the river that divides Trier. Augusta Treverorum, Karl Marx’s birth city, was my city during one semester. It was the winter semester 2006/07. I said goodbye to the city several days after carnival.
Hallo Trier, hola Mosel, hello Carnival. The city greets me again (and to all their tourists too). The sun, wise, is shinning to reflect all the colors of the clean water of the Mosel. Surrounding me, everything is sparkling. The green of the grass contrasts with the brown of the naked trees. Life is starting to grow in them again, just to advice everyone that a new spring will come.
Four years later everything is the same, all has changed. Me too. I cannot avoid remembering all those little moments here, all the things I did. Some of these memories were locked in my mind. Now, they come back. All are good, of course. It is said that the human beings keeps the good reminds and forget the bad ones, but how can anyone remember bad situations walking down the Mosel alone in a sunny Saturday?
Mosel’s water looks the same as four years ago but as I know it is not the same. The river, also, perceives that the one that is now looking at it has change too. As well as we do not notice most of our memories, men are, continuously, changing. Meanwhile the water of the river flows to the sea, our life goes to one, clear and inevitable, end. During that way we learn, we suffer, we laugh. We live.
As I am looking at the Mosel or at the Constantine Basilica, I realize how much I have lived. It has not been as I was dreaming four years ago at all. I am surely not in the part of my way where I was imaging I was going to be but, at the end, I learnt dreams and projects come and go. We cannot control most of the factors than influent our daily life. Only, we can see backwards, watch the path we have walked and ask ourselves two simple questions: am I happy? Am I the kind of person I want to be? At the end, almost nothing else matters.
I have no job, I am far from most the people I love but I am happy. I stop looking for happiness and suddenly, I found it just by living. I found it these days, walking through Trier again, having a drink with an old friend and, making new ones. But more important, I am proud of myself, I like the kind of person I am becoming although, the river and the city have reminded me that I was going to continue changing and there are still a lot of path to walk. I made some promises to myself to go on in this way. I do not know when I am going to come back but I am really sure, i won't be the same and neither the city nor the river. Everything will seem the same but it won't. I hope I can say again to the river: Hallo! Wie geht’s?, but what I really hope to is to look again at the last years and realize I could be still proud of myself.
