Silvia.
The night of the exhibition finally. It felt like any other night until it did not.
I woke up that morning without needing an alarm clock, which's what I always do and I lay in the quiet of the studio looking at the skylight. I did what I do every morning since we got to this city. I thought about how I was doing.
How am I doing I asked myself.
I am scared I said to myself. I am really scared in a way that feels different from the fear I felt when I was crowned or when I was at the border or when I was a kid hiding under a tree. Those fears were about losing something. My life, my safety, the people I care about. This fear is about something
It is about failing, the kind of failing that happens when you try something that matters and it goes wrong in front of a lot of people.
