I’m back home. The project is finished. Family members arrived and we walked the lighted streets of Torino together. The Olympic flame has been passed to its next host. We've fulfilled our obligations, achieved what we attempted.
Home, where I can eat the foods that nourish me and be in the company of friends who love me, feel the fabrics and materials I am familiar with, touch my cats, speak English to my doctor, embrace those who touch me to heal. And dream the colors and shapes of what we have just done.
Gord, Jaz, Erik and Patrick took the exhibit down on time and stored the plates in the church. Had their last meal in Fenestrelle and phoned me from the table to offer words of celebration. It rang for me from all the way over there. I could just see them.
Today they’re all on their respective ways home, through the long flights and stopovers. Erik is going to Berlin. I am not ready to see anyone yet. Time for a little R & R. Some photos on this page by Erik Olson
Labels: The phone call from Italy
posted by Caitlin at
10:38 AM
1 Comments:
Caitlin (and Gordon and everyone!),
Sorry to hear about your neck pain! Glad to hear that you made it home safely, though. I'm also so sorry that I didn't have the chance to meet you on our whirlwind three days in Torino, but we were all amazed by the Pitture Sotto Zero exhibit. Truly beautiful and inspiring and you all should be so proud! Furthermore, I wanted to tell you that I was checking out the fatsalmon web site and read the beautiful story about your mother and the dead soldier... really moving and well-written. I'm so happy to have been put in contact with you and your family through Joe, and look forward to remaining in contact!
All the best,
Complimenti,
Meaghan M.
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