This city is made of magic, I swear.
It must be something in this air … maybe it’s the rare purity of it that allows unique molecules to linger here instead of being blown away with the wind. Maybe it’s because this thin air allows us to absorb more light than others, despite not being able to withstand the harsh winter weather for long.
Because there’s something that happens here when you sit down across from a person and begin speaking to them. You’ll find yourself sparking a conversation about science fiction, historic figures, coffee flavors, preparing fossils, or why anthropologists would really be better off considering the similarities between gifts and commodities instead of contrasting them—things that don’t even seem relevant (but in reality alter your destiny)—and then suddenly you’ll feel as if you are floating. You begin to feel so light and light-hearted and so filled with light that you may start hovering about your wooden chair at any moment. Your eyes become fixed upon that person’s face and you can feel their emotions simply by observing their expressions.
You don’t even have to be sitting down; you might stall in the middle of the sidewalk for no apparent reason and strike up a conversation about eyebrows with a passerby, and before you know it, your feet are floating above the soiled cement.
There is no explanation.
Maybe it’s not just this city (as the above examples actually took place in two cities, one of which I am not fond of). Maybe it’s this region: the Region of Pure Air. On the other hand, I’ve been to less pure cities where I feel that way: light and light-hearted and filled with light, in which cases I didn’t even have to speak to someone to feel that way, because everyone there feels that way all the time.
Perhaps it’s not the altitude that matters. You don’t have to live anywhere for a certain amount of time to feel this way—you just have to be in the right place.
I still believe it has to do with light. Whether the light in a person comes from the sun; profound spiritual knowledge, or elaborate knowledge of anything, really; health; having a good relationship with nature; being an illuminist painter; etc, such passions will create sudden confidence. Sudden light.
It’s true what they say: Cada persona es un mundo. But when you find yourself in the right place at the right time (for some deeper reason unbeknownst to you), you will find that people are a world and a half.