Inner Babel / Babel Interior

Those who learn the secret do not scream like you do, and if they do, they do not punish themselves forever, like you do. Those who learn the secret remember to breathe in and out slowly and find little things to do to try to make the place a little more colorful, light and beautiful.  Those who learn the secret treat others kindly. They do not buy all the toilet paper from the supermarket or the masks from the drugstore. They are kind and believe in kindness. They know someone will help them in a time of need. Also, if there is no more toilet paper in the world,  they know they can still shower. Those who learn the secret often cry for those who they cannot help, but find reasons to laugh even when in face of their own, so far small, misfortunes. They keep Quarantine diaries to keep them sane or bear witness if the apocalypse is inevitable.  Those who learn the secret understand we were never meant to be eternal, but we can still be meaningful. T...

Sou o tipo de pessoa que não sabe de onde é ou o que lhe define. Saí cedo de onde nasci e cresci em outro canto, com gente de tanto canto, que também não sei se eles mesmos sabem de que canto são. Eu não sei. Por um tempo achava que esse lugar para onde fui trazida era o melhor lugar: “Nesse país lugar melhor não há”. Acho mais não. Acho mais nada, porque por outros lugares andei, em outras paragens parei. E muito que admirei belezas e singelezas “que não encontro por cá”. O que sei, hoje, é que se sou esse tipo de pessoa sem canto pra chamar de meu, faço meu canto dentro do meu próprio eu. ... I’m the kind of person who does not know where she’s from or what defines her. I left early the place where I was born and came to grow up in yet another place, with people from such different places, that I don’t know as well if they themselves do know to which place they belong. I don’t. For a while I thought this place they brought me to was the best place of all place...