Maybe I should have taken that plane to Romania
By Alessandro Carosi

It’s 10:30 p.m. I’m at Pescara Airport, the first train home leaves at 5 a.m. I decide to get some sleep on an uncomfortable bench, I sleep badly but I have a dream, I’m going down into one of those underground car parks and I find myself in front of four men, in the dream, I know they are Romanians. The dream is longer, but that’s all I remember when I wake up, in front of me is the departure times screen, the first plane leaving in the morning is… to Romania, Bucharest. I come to terms with it, go to the bathroom and, checking Instagram, I notice a message from a barista I know, she thanks me for participating in a coffee tasting a few days earlier, I notice that the name rings a bell, it can’t be, but it is, however, I know there is nothing strange about it; she is Romanian.

I stop to look at myself in the mirror and try to understand what all this is trying to tell me, I know that synchronicities always have a hidden message, in my journey through life, it means I am on the right path, other times it has other meanings, in this case, I can’t find any connection with my presence in Italy, but I am still happy about the message. I try to go back to sleep, but it’s impossible, so I decide to walk to the station. Looking for a bar to have a coffee, I come across a place like the ones I used to go to when I was a boy, full of alternative people and live music, I stay until 4 a.m. the evening and morning have already been a success.

I continue to think about the meaning of Romanian synchronicity, but I can’t find it. All that remains is the confirmation that the world we know is just an illusion.
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