It has now been eight years since I first saw Alexander.
And I know I will never be like him.
This is not like fairy tales, where with one bite everything can be solved and we will live thousands of years beside each other; it doesn’t work that way. Besides, I imagine living that long must be more a torture than a blessing, and I have no desire for this life together to be a torment. Not for me, nor for him. Alexander and the children will always be special and extraordinary to me, more than ordinary people; and I will be happy to have had the privilege of knowing their world, of being part of it. Of being with them.
I wish I could somehow describe the depth of knowledge he has acquired in these years, everything I know about his community. About their way of life, their particularities
