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TAAG (a mock poem)
“He who does not follow the stream, the source he will never meet.”
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We pass Toledo. The main city of the autonomous province of Castilla-La Mancha. After the umpteenth tank-drinking-stop, we enter the Autovia del Sur again. A man is hitchhiking. “Adonde vas? Where to?” we ask.
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Hiraeth, a journey through 14 countries. Although, and we quote: “Italy are two countries, the South and the North. Spain are four: the Basque Country, Catalonia, Galicia and the rest.” And on and on.
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What if melancholy is a memory of a previous life. Or a premonition of what awaits in the next life. What if the source of the melancholy that overwhelms us is to be found there?
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All people with roots in the south who were looking for work, security and happiness in the north. After an often long summer stay, yesterday was the day to say goodbye. It is also called the day of melancholy here.
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Perhaps it can be compared to the ripening of Sicilian oranges: experiences ripen in music not just once, but two, three,… countless times. And that is why it is possible that melancholic music, written by an experience of loss or impossible desire, eventually tastes so sweet.
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That afternoon we are awaited by musicians at a tavern in Sarandë, a beautiful seaside town on the Ionian Sea. A billboard welcomes us: “Discover your dream!”
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Never felt like I had to look for it.
It always knew how to find me. Effortlessly.
Melancholy.
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In music, there are many melancholic artists.
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Wikipedia says: “Sevdah is a traditional genre of folk music from Bosnia and Herzegovina. Sevdah song is called sevdalinka.” Maybe, but Sevdah is above all that magical moment.