Maria

Argentinian in Cambodia

 

Last night I dreamt I was going to a place where there was live music. It looked like a jam session and I desperately wanted to play, but I had left my instruments home. Although I had no home, really, no physical place I can call ‘home’, I know that wherever I can express myself through music – playing, signing, dancing - that is home. I know that wherever I play, whatever I play, it feels home. The night before I had another dream: there was three people playing syntheziser. Although people thought their music made no sense, it was absolutely inspiring to me, so much I desperately wanted to play, again. I woke up. It was 8 am, I looked beside my bed, I grabbed my little synth and started playing. Everything made sense. I realised how lucky I am to have found this part of me that brings so much hapiness and grounds me down to earth.