Mexico-London: magic letters*

*For dearest Mr T

Flow my tears...

Ever since I was a girl one of my favourite things in life was writing letters, sending them by mail and imagining the envelope's journey till it reached its destination. It was like magic, because I believed that before putting the envelope inside the mailbox, and touching it for the last time before letting it go, part of me would travel with the very thing and reach that place where I was sending it.

I still believe that part of me travels with the letter, so that little by little I end by sending "myself" too.

So many things I would think about the very instant when my fingers let the envelope slip through the slot: "There you go!", "May your arrive safe and sound!", "May you enjoy your journey!", "May you arrive soon!", "Say hello to him/her!", and so on.

This time I write some messages on the envelope, just before slidding it in the mailbox. And now you "give" it back to me, with my questions answered. This time I get a reply and, somehow, I feel that I have managed to get there too, that I have succeeded and that part of me has reached the beloved destination.