Leeuwarden City of Literature invited writer Eduard Olesti from Barcelona to live and work in the city for a month. Today the last part of his diary as writer in residence.
Dear Leeuwarden,
It’s time for me to leave and I’m not sure I understand. It seems that I arrived yesterday and now it’s already tomorrow.
I went to Schiermonnikoog and oh boy that was beautiful. I already told Sito: I think I’m moving there. I will become a fisherman. Or a seagull. Imagine I start growing feathers and I shout out of pain but that suffering is a liberation because I become a Wadden Sea bird. Imagine I can fly around and have multitudes as families and I circle around the Earth looking for warmness.
I guess being a seagull is similar to being a poet. You also grow feathers out of pain but they let you go around the world with your hands in your pocket. And if you land in a City of Literature that treats you with the warmness you were looking for and they invite you to beer and bitterballen, then you are a lucky bird.
See you around!
Eduard
