Nadaism is not dead

Do you want to know if a person who passes all the time doing nothing would be able to live a normal and happy life?

... I will not work, I will not engage any activity in the long or even in the medium term - but I'll need help! Please check out the nadaist contract at the bottom of the page

... and there's other pointless investigations ongoing, just take a look to the bar on the right hand side

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

One year!

Today it's been one year that I left everything including my job, one year that I've been a nadaist - even if I started the blog only around 3 months later.

So it's a kind of anniversary and could be a reason for a celebration, maybe. I'm doing nothing though. I'm in Delhi, which is a kind of uninspiring city, and only here on my way to Mumbai. Besides today I've got my shoes stolen and a famous "delhi-belly" - and I don't mean the last one as a travellers' cliche.

Furthermore, only yesterday I left Rishikesh and it was tough. I had a very good time there and it was not easy to say good-bye to some of the friends I've made - maybe I should talk about them in another post, maybe I'd like to insist a bit on the somewhat boring ideas regarding the struggle...

Anyway, it does not matter, here it is where I happen to be in this important date, that's it. There's no good way or bad way to celebrate. There's not even a reason to celebrate when everything you eat goes down to the toilet so fast.


It reminds me, when I left London in April I decided I would find an island in the Mediterranean and maybe rent something for a few weeks and spend the time writing and going to the beach. Eventually I decided the island would be Sicily and I got there beginning of June after a tough night train journey from Rome. I was in Catania, very tired, very early in the morning, I went to a guesthouse I had kind of booked and it was nice and cheap but they told me to go for a walk, since the room was not ready yet. The city looked nice even if I was exhausted. When I went back to the guesthouse, in an impulse I negotiated with the owner for a better price if I stayed longer. He said yes.

But when I got a bit of rest I was not so sure about the decision. I had just arrived, maybe I wanted to take a look to other potential cities to stay, like Siracusa or Taormina, maybe I just wanted to think about it. Eventually I realised, it took me hours or even days, that all the anxiety I had about my decision to stay in Catania was actually about the trip itself. I had been one month an a bit just on my way from London to the "promised island", and everything in the way was enjoyable and easy, because I was just on my way. Then in Catania I realised that I was there.

It might sound silly. But the rest of the trip was lovely. I was there, in whichever place I was. And now I have the sensation I'm always there, anywhere I am.


So here I am in Delhi, with my delhi-belly, with my new shoes, in a day that by chance is related to a very very good decision I took one year ago. And I have the feeling that I could stay as a nadaist for ever, if only somebody would give me the funds to start it up.


There's another nice thing I remember about Catania. The owners of the guesthouse were very nice, invited me for dinner a few times. Eventually the house was full and they proposed me to move for a few days to the apartment of a brother of the man who was living in Milano. It was such a nice place, such good days, cooking and writing and doing nothing.

The apartment was in the via Amore 4, which means "street of Love 4". When I left I decided that whenever I could I would always try to live in the street of love. But I havent kept the promise!.