a blog with cultural bulimia.

Monday, December 12, 2005

That beautiful horizon.

Belo Horizonte turns 108 today.

I was born here and here is where I grew up except that I spent most of my adult life in New York. I've been back for 9 months now. While BH is reassurance it doesn't feel home yet (or again?). But I love the city.

In all my years in NY, what I missed the most were the mountains that constrain the city, bot physically and culturally. It's somehow comforting to know where the limits are, like in antique cities where they used to build a wall for protection. It is also confining.

Right now, I feel both comforted and confined.