So here I am in Venice 4 days before the festival starts – the blog is ready. I need a couple of days of rest, then I’ll be as ready as can be as well.
Though I am really looking forward to this Mostra, this one will be quite a bizarre one for me. This will indeed be the first one (since basically ever) that I attend without any of my initial festival-buddies.
It generates unexpected reactions in me. I cried big tears crossing the laguna with the train this morning. And at noon I caught myself cooking lunch for 3-4 without even thinking about it (no need to cook anymore for the next couple of days).
Though the flat feels like home as always, I keep on thinking that my old ones will arrive soon and I need to make it cosy for them. It’s basically a weird mix of great excitement/expectations and immense grief and nostalgia – let’s see what it does with my movie-acceptance levels. Big unknown.
Don’t take me wrong. I’ll be joined by newer (as well as totally new) festival-buddies. A lonely stay it shall definitely not be. And it’s always quite thrilling to make others (“innocents” as I call them) discover my little Venetian paradise.
But well, before the movie turmoil starts, it just felt right to set things straight: without papa, Michelle and Fe this will never be the same Mostra as it used to be for me. My age of innocence is definitely over.
I’m obviously open to change (I would not have survived beyond 40 otherwise) but I still allow myself to dream a bit and let those 3 dears of mine know that I’ll be waiting for them in 2024!
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