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Finding My Birds in Swansea

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Rock Pigeon 01 by TexasEagle is accredited under CC BY-NC 2.0.

Suzan Awad

Maybe in the next years researchers will create a precise portable home: a small thing changing the photo of your enjoyed one that never ever leaves your wallet, or a crucial holder with a duck your mother got you as a joke in between you 2, or a fragrance that restores your living-room where you utilized to have supper with your bro.

Until then, you will be far from home however looking all over like a parent who lost his kid in a park, trying to find their red coat and blue bunny earmuffs with a laser vision.

You will look desperately, and when you see any familiarity, your blood will skyrocket, sing, and warm your withins a lot that summertime will descent on the sky you live under in spite of the existence of a cold winter season.

I attempted to leave home sometimes, and I did so a number of times. I leave home whenever my skin tightens up a lot that I seem like I cannot breathe. If I went to a medical professional, I understand what he would discover incorrect with me.

I want to chase after an unidentified thing that, deep down, I understand will understand my being. I require to get away the preconception, the expectations, the frustrations, and the unbelievable, scripted discussions that follow my actions.

Familiarity

This time, I discover myself in Swansea. Unexpected, unintended, however perhaps so ideal. I came to Swansea to follow a dream: to study at Swansea university and spend a year alone, writing about me, about you, and about everything that would make sense to our world, or things that don’t.

It doesn’t matter to me anymore; I could feel a slight ease, a release of so much trapped air, despite the unfamiliarity. Here in Swansea, Wales, I unconsciously found my familiarity while away from home, and it was so unforeseen that it took me months to recognize it.

When you change your place, your body takes note of these changes and will alert you with very clear information. My body took note of the differences: In Egypt, the sun could slip into your window’s little opening to create a yellowish white light, and she always showed up every morning with warmth and new hope.

People took her for granted, while in Swansea, the sun is high maintenance and sometimes when she decides to appear, she becomes the only light and sometimes the only celebrity talked about for the day.

Migrating

As I walk along Swansea Bay, I can see the sun spreading over the water and scattering its rays, giving the walking dogs and their owners a beautiful heavenly place to spend their mornings in.

I like to walk on the concrete and watch from above the sun when it sacrifices its short-lived light, the sea devouring every bit, the dogs playing like spoiled babies who know how much they are loved; their world is safe.

A flock of birds taking this route while exercising or migrating over the bay — maybe they are the ones who invented the term FOMO (fear of missing out) — that is why you will always find them in the morning.

If you walked on the sand, you would be closer to this view, however you would never see Marissa’s deck, a wooden deck with writing in its center that says:

In loving memory of
Marissa
“I’ll bring you flowers in the pouring rain; living without you is driving me insane” x

Pain

Whenever I pass through, I check this deck and the little opening in its arm; every time it holds a fresh bouquet of flowers, my heart contracts, imagining the pain Marissa’s loved ones must have gone through when they lost her, but then I feel myself lighter, happier with how they found a way to communicate to continue loving someone so beautifully.

To still bring flowers in the pouring rain. This deck with the flowers must be their home in a way.

I usually walk toward Singleton Park and take a left turn until the Swansea University entrance welcomes me, looking like a gothic god, looking down at me, knowing its worth and age and demanding respect accordingly.

My first time walking toward it, I thought with my heart sinking in a way that it must be Hogwarts for some people; I know it could be for me in more ways than one.

Later, a teacher told us that it is one of the oldest buildings around here, built by the Vivian family; they must be very kind people to build something that is going to be a safe place for bats, a home for them.

Bats are one of the most fascinating and scary animals; they can survive for more than 20 years because they have the ability to put their lives on hold for the winter by dropping their body temperature to hibernate. Lucky bastards indeed for adapting to the change without the pain that follows it.

Cairo

I started to miss home and wanted to fill the gaps my alienation had caused.

I kept wandering around, bathing in the unfamiliar world of bats, birds, trees, and a nature so different from Cairo, with its crowded streets, tall buildings, loud voices with car horns singing all day long, palm trees creating shadows on the dusty ground, stray cats and dogs everywhere, and people talking in a language I was born knowing but still struggle to find words to express myself with it.

Alien

I tried to understand the alien; perhaps then I will find my way to express myself. As I walk around the university grounds, the facts about this unfamiliar kingdom try to reach me.

I know that they are beyond my ability to grasp or understand but must be gulped anyway before they run away, taking my answers with them:

An old holm tree with a scar left by light striking, a birch tree leaving its hair down like a woman awaiting her lover, knowing she looks beautiful for him, a yaw tree with poisonous leaves, bark, and roots that did not stop some from touching it, acorns everywhere smelling sweet, fruity, citrusy, and earthly like morning breath, a robin bird standing, and singing not caring a bit about all the rumors people spread about it bringing bad luck, lichens living as refugees on oak trees facing the sun, and shy mosses choosing the shade in which to grow.

Homeless

Creatures so confident in their existence that I cannot help but feel envious of them.

I bother God every night and ask him a million questions, like I used to do with my dad when I was five years old. Now I ask God if I will ever find a home.

Will I always feel homeless when I am away from home, and sometimes when I am also at home. Will this world always hold so much uncertainty that I have to create imaginary worlds in my head all the time?

I ask for a key holder, a picture of a loved one, or a piece from home so I would be away from home but still have something to hold on to.

I did not know that signs of home were in front of my eyes, scattered like breadcrumbs or grain all over Swansea, in the university, on top of buildings, in the bus stations, everywhere.

I did not know that pigeons were my home in a way. Those noble, magnificent, beautiful creatures that live with us, to which I was connected from the day I was born.

Castle Square Swansea image by Sarah Morgan Jones

One day I was walking toward Swansea Castle, in the city centre, and their presence was like a wakeup call for me.

There are rock pigeons everywhere, looking like camouflaged soldiers that would go unnoticed at first. Small heads, short legs, colored necks with a hint of purple, maybe green, or every color in between, and an intimidating eye.

Scientists and breeders kept working on those rock pigeons, on their genes that made them better, producing the athletes of the skies, the racing pigeons. Big athletes will end up on magazine covers, and every coach, nutrition regime, and hard work will be left behind.

Guardians

I felt that those guardians of the castle got better contracts, better genes, but they chose to stay here, in Swansea, guarding the castle; they rather made a contract with every person that rebuilt and chose to keep the stones, bricks, and stories intact as much as they might.

At first, I did not know that they were rock pigeons or that there were many types of pigeons because the pigeons that I grew up knowing were racing ones, but I called my dad.

He is an expert on pigeons, and sometimes I wonder if he is a pigeon himself but took the form of a human being so he could help them in ways they could not help themselves.

I called and told him that I discovered his pigeons here; he laughed, explaining the difference between those rock pigeons (he calls them stray pigeons) and the racing pigeons.

Since then, I might see the pigeons that are so familiar that sometimes I feel Dad materializing and holding one in his hand, unfurling its feather, a scene so familiar I could picture it so vividly that if I grew old and had Alzheimer’s it would be the only picture and scene I remember.

Maybe I could finally fill my empty cells; maybe by studying pigeons I could know my dad better, closer to him, and take him with me wherever I go.

Only then will I never be homeless.


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