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  In the house where your sadness is a nuisance and your anger a silence nobody bothers to acknowledge, the currency of belonging is not honesty but performance.  A bright laugh that rang a little too early, a clever remark that landed before the conversation had fully formed, a face that seemed to glow with genuine pleasure at your arrival—these are the tokens that bought you a seat at the table.  The moment you cross the threshold, the walls already know the script you are supposed to follow; they measure you by the sparkle of your entrance, not by the weight of the stories you carry beneath it. The rule is simple: first impressions matters more than the tangled truths that linger in the corridors of your mind.  A reputation, in that environment, is a story told by other people—a montage of snapshots that never quite captured the pauses, the sighs, the moments when the mask slipped. And once the story left the mouths of the gossiping guests, you no longer hold the ...

gathering

This verb means to bring together and take in from scattered places or sources. This is exactly what I have begun to do. It has been a while by now. It is an enormous work!

Yes, because in the almost 9 years, very unfortunate years spent with my schizophrenic mother, that I deeply experienced as a total imprisonment, with no personal space and time... Well, when I happened, to somehow manage, to squeeze in something connected with my studies and research: notes, reflections, infos from some super interesting page on the web... that I wanted to put apart, for some future time of freedom, I inevitably ended up closing it in a hurry, into some clouds or private blogs, because my mother, again, had the urgent and immediate priority.

This meant that I never had the necessary seconds to reflect upon where I should have put the file. The result was that I often forgot I had already written a specific memo on the subject, therefore I wrote it again. At the end, all scattered in far too many places on the web, I found so much material, often written two, three, four times, and always slightly different, that now, that I am finally settling down and I am trying to gather the different themes - each into specific files - it takes ages before I even manage to put together the ones that I wrote multiple times. Literally exhausting.
But I want to have it done. 

It takes a huge amount of time and patience and focused dedication, to such an extend that when I finally  pronounce the fateful sentence: "let's call it a day!" I feel so spaced out from my reality that I need some seconds to recall where I am: in which of the many houses I have lived parts of my life, I find myself now, at this very moment. Disconcerting indeed! 

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