The Urban Panorama: Planet Earth is Blue and there’s nothing I can do

Erase. To clean, to delete, to forget. How many definitions of the word “erase” do exist? When do we think we should erase something? Will it be erased at all? I read mobiles can keep sms for a long time, even you think they are “erased” they still keep many of them. I also read police in the States, found a criminal by just verifying the “erased” sms in his mobile. And then I thought… ha-ha to catch the “loyal” husband/wife… That would be maybe interesting… funny? OK maybe not for all the people involved indeed.

So again, when do we delete? Is it not anymore useful? Is it a question to hide something? Burglars, murderers, cheaters… they would be the perfect example of erasing “data” or visible criminal signs. But for a normal peasant, what would it mean? Which case?

Everything because I made a cleaning of my emails. It’s amazing how many stuff was “hidden” there. And how many things depending on time are so much important and afterwards could be just a binary code getting more space than needed… But there are also good stories, bad stories, happy and sad stories… All of them like voices waiting to get (once again) the chance to come back and become into words. In mind, at least.

But there’s also the cleaning “of today”, that we live “for today” and what I’ve said about the best way of waiting is to live in present. But actually I would like to add that this waiting is not only waiting, is living life as it goes. So I had a fast conversation with my heart and just felt it was done. Not so much dealing. Letters are important to me, but those that are not written depend on their “validating period”. And for sure those letters that were important will stay at the bottom of my heart. Maybe it is we are in December, maybe I feel like starting this personal management is needed. So I did. I can even remember when a friend told me he used to erase mails, I thought: what a sad thing. But certainly no, it is a good thing, it let’s you let the old pack aside or packed in a good place: memory.

I feel strange, perhaps I could regret about it, but my heart tells it was right. I’m prepared for the next time and this means we cannot hold everything, it could turn into a burden and travelling lighter is easier- for sure-.

Chicago, 1976

- Good Morning Marcia, Mr. Ivankov is waiting for you. Your uncle has already arrived. Please come in.

- Thank you

- Good Morning Marcie, how are you today? I hope brave enough and… quiet enough.

- As much as I can I guess.

-Excellent. Have you already seen Mr.Trapl?

- Yes

- Good, I’m glad. So it seems we are ready to talk about business. I hope your work at the bar gave you a little blink of how this… “business” is running. Your uncle has been very polite and we think you two, sorry, you three, will get back soon.

- Certainly is what we are expecting Mr. Ivankov. Shall we ask you to let us know the rest of the information?

- Of course you can, that’s the very purpose of our meeting.

- Feel free…

- Well, as you see, the business is running good but not as it should. This Italian friends have been a little bit itching my back for a while…