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It’s a big world Bergina Leka


Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. Soren Kierkegaard


“Sono cresciuta” ho detto un giorno. Ho preso i miei libri pieni di sogni e ho salutato i miei cari. Il ricordo delle risate quando giocavo con i miei amici era ancora fresco nella mia mente, era ancora caldo nel mio cuore. Il quartiere era tutta la nostra realta’. Il giorno che sono partita, pensavo di poter costruire il mio mondo come facevo da piccola, quando giocavo con i Lego. Invece il mondo era gia’ costruito e io dovevo imparare a camminare sulle sue strade. Dentro il mio cuore c’era tanta paura di fare rumore. Eppur il mondo era fin troppo rumoroso... Era un mondo che non notava la mia presenza. Era pieno di anime smarrite e un po’ confuse, come la mia... Il mondo camminava per conto suo, seguendo regole sue, senza spiegare niente a nessuno. Io, come molti altri cercavo di seguire una mappa; una mappa quasi segreta, dove la meta non e’ mai ben definita. Tante volte sono partita e poche volte sono arrivata. C’erano partenze veloci, frettolose, necessarie e arrivi ritardati ma tanto desiderati. Adesso queste sono solo memorie, memorie di un passato non molto lontano, che ogni tanto si fa ancora risentire.


"I grew up," I said one day. I took my books full of dreams and greeted my loved ones. The memory of laughter when I played with my friends was still fresh in my mind, was still warm in my heart. The neighborhood was our whole reality. The day I left, I thought I could build my world as I did when I was little, when I played with Legos. Instead the world was already built and I had to learn to walk on its streets. Inside my heart there was so much fear of making noise. And yet the world was too loud ... It was a world that didn't notice my presence. It was full of lost and confused souls, like mine... The world walked on its own, following his rules, without explaining anything to anyone. I, like so many others, tried to follow a map; an almost secret map, where the goal is never well defined. Many times I left and a few times I arrived. There were fast, hurried, necessary departures and delayed but much desired arrivals. Now these are just memories, memories of a not so distant past, that sometimes still talks to me.


Mentre camminavo per la strada i miei occhi catturavano assaggi di vita, immagini di quello che ero e sentivo cosi’ la strada e’ diventata una casa; spesso fredda ed anonima, ma pur sempre una casa... As I walked on the streets my eyes caught glimpses of life, images of what I was and felt so the road became a home; often cold and anonymous, but still a home...

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It's a big world  

it's a big world is a collection of street photographs. I feel like my camera was guided from my emotions and perceptions, rather than docum...

It's a big world  

it's a big world is a collection of street photographs. I feel like my camera was guided from my emotions and perceptions, rather than docum...

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