May 13 2022
12. Flat
When I moved from Melbourne to Italy I was faced with a difficult decision: take my cat Ombra with me, submitting her to a gruelling 26-hour flight and forcing her to live in a flat, or entrust her to my dear friends who offered to give Ombra love, care and a huge garden with trees and sheds and bush. It was one of the most difficult decisions I had to make, but I knew that it was right to put aside my selfish love and to allow Ombra to live her feline life. (I will never thank you enough for welcoming her)A micro narration in a minute or so.TRANSCRIPT:I want to go back. I want to be in the garden, winter and summer; I miss running outside, and the constant excitement of my senses, even when asleep. Those smells, the sound of the creatures crawling in the grass, and the tiny birds, I really enjoyed watching them being scared of me, and bringing them home, for her, as a present, she always screamed with pride by seeing them. I want to climb up trees, on the roof, I want to surprise her, hiding behind the gate and jumping out when she comes home from work. Not any more, not since she moved into a flat. Now I spend my days underneath the table, contemplating some peculiar games of light, reflected on the red brick wall.