time-warp

today, as I was waiting for my German lesson to begin I had a seat and thought a while about where I was. The building is a very old palace in Valletta. I sat and wondered how many layers of paint the walls had, and what was hiding underneath the old fitted carpet. Looking at the doors one can just feel the history oozing out, some chips here and there, the lock changed so many times there are now 5 key holes on the door with only one functioning. Just think of the different reasons those locks could have been changed, how many times that house went though different ownerships. How many people stood where I was in that very same spot, over the years. Each of them with their own stories. Some interesting, some not so much. And the extended versions of each of their lives, the people they knew, the people they loved, the families they had, their little quirks and peeves. I felt as though all of a sudden I was made aware of all the fantastic stories and lives that passed through that very spot right there and then, just by looking at the chipped door under layers of old paint, in a way I felt connected to them.