🇬🇧 The Bondi shooting through my eyes: the sorrow that binds me to Sydney
Australia is my thirty-third country, my first real experience living abroad. It’s the country I’ve dreamed of for a long time, the one I wanted so much that I left, at least for now and very likely forever, my life in Italy. It’s a dream I want to make come true, because deep down, I dream of never looking back. I arrived here to go with the flow, to follow my heart, my most precious resource. At first, the plan was Brisbane and the East Coast. However my flight after a very long layover in Chengdu (China) of over twenty hours, landed in Sydney. Just one sentence from a friend a few weeks before my departure was enough to make me change course: «Sydney is beautiful». I had planned to stay only a short time, but after almost three months, I am still here. My greatest fear wasn't being able to keep up with its pace: Sydney is a competitive city, at times ruthless, because everyone wants to live here. I immediately understood why: dream beaches within everyone's reach; an ocean ...
