Skyscrapers

At times, when I walk in my apartment, and I pass that corner where the corridor curves in such a way that I can see straight out of Celeste’s room, my eyes lock on the line of skyscrapers outside, a thousand lights blinking, as they do in a big city. My steps stop, my mind pauses, my brain processes, and while I slowly come to terms with the view not being the small village in Belgium I grew up in, or the rolling hills of Africa where I spent the second half of my life, it dawns on me: I live in Santiago. I still find it a bit eerie. Out of this world. Into this world.

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