Last night I was sitting in a small Czech pub that only sells Czech beer with a friend, while the Olympic Games were showing on a TV hanging in an awkward angle for me to see. Women Rugby. France won. There is surely a lot going on at any given time in the world but it does not mean that they have much to do with you, or me. The friend quit his job recently and is going to travel around in Europe and South America before heading back to the States. Vienna is just not for me, he reflected, without a trace of indecisiveness. How much time do you need to make a conclusion? The split of a second, I would guess. The second when you fall in love. The second when you make up your mind to leave. It's never longer than a second.
I told him about a phone interview I had recently with an HR girl from a Shanghai-based startup in a field in which I'm highly interested. The girl was a disastrous collection of unprofessionalism (be that a legit word or not, you get my point). And then it got me thinking at what cost I am willing to move back. - At what cost, you mean money? - Well, among other things. Lifestyle, space, degree of freedom. But isn't it always the case that, whenever a choice has to be made, the options must be more or less equally appealing (or unappealing)? Because if not, you wouldn't have to make a choice. - Maybe. Then you just have to find out what the most important criterion for you is, and choose the one that is the most satisfactory on the most important criterion. - Maybe you're right. That's when the man in his fifties sitting alone at the table on my left side jumped in as I threw a brief glimpse towards his direction: - Sorry but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. It's very interesting. I have traveled and lived all around the world. China, the US, South America. Fantastic places. But believe me, central Europe is the best place to live. Stay here. - It all depends on what you are looking for in life, doesn't it? I guess discussions are held not in order that answers be discovered, though sometimes they do, but rather in order that we know that questions are shared. If anything, I learned to be a little bit more patient over the years that sometimes demanded preposterously that I should wait for an end that was never due. I must say I never really get what's so special about Czech beer. But then again how many of us really honestly appreciate the gouaches découpés of Matisse? The other day a person living in Australia that I barely know strangely asked me: will you marry me. I almost said I shall think about it.
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