I am sitting in my room waiting for the taxi to arrive to take me to Sorrento and then on to the airport in Rome. The moments pass by so slowly.
I feel like my life has ended. I have searched for Gaia for three years before finally getting some word from her. But from her journal and letters, I still don"t know what to do, where to find her, or even if she wants to be found.
I know that she was in Kabul as of February, just three months ago. It strikes me as painfully sad that I was in the same country as Gaia for so long and didn"t know it. That I was looking for her here in Positano, as she was looking for me here, when we occupied the same small space on the globe together for three years.
But she knew that too. She knew I was stationed in Afghanistan, and knew that she was there. Di
