The casa was my only reason to come to Amsterdam and had a lot to do with why I stayed. For the most part, I was unaware of the fact that I was living in Holland (except for the weather, which kept me grounded). In fact, I was not living in the Netherlands at all; I was living in the casa, whether inside or outside of it. In casa, I could dare to be myself and witness the reflection in others. In casa, I grew a family. In casa, I could travel by means of standing still. Stand still senza stand-by: motionless change, seamless nomadism, boundless voyage.
Breakthrough: Time passes in non-linear ways.
Hours at the casa flew by, but in those months, more happened than in years. All of those frayed fuzzy wire ends that we were started fusing together and sparking. A whole is made of many parts.
