Merien

Merien is my roommte, she comes from Macedonia but lives in Italy from many years.

I had just woken up from anesthesia and the first eyes I met were hers. Green, deep, worried and full of understanding eyes.
Shortly thereafter, it would be her turn!

«How you feel? I heard doctors saying it was a long surgery, but it went well … »

«I don’t know, my head’s buzzing.»

«Now they’ll come and get me, it’s my turn. that’s my first surgery, I’m scared about. How much we women must suffer!»

«Don’t worry, everything will be alright for you, too» and while I was talking, the two operating room nurses had already arrived.

«How much we women must suffer»

Her words echoed in my head for many hours. How much truth…

For a reason or another, we always find ourselves struggling, looking for strength even if exhausted and when we think we cannot climb another step, our foot is already to the next one.

For us everything is complicated, because mother nature made us more complex. Is it possible it’s so difficult to understand?

It is a fact, not just a thought.

But the mistake we often make is to search understanding in the wrong eyes, the ones we take for granted that they can see us and maybe they are the most fogged ones.

I don’t know Merien, I don’t know much about her, we are just sharing the same painful experience and yet one thing I immediately understood:

“Her eyes see me!”

Then I know that I’ll never forget them, because only who see you, even for a bit, leaves something inside you. I don’t know, as if that look had taken aim to the heart and with the first blink of an eye… voilà touché.