{"id":57945,"date":"2024-07-08T07:01:18","date_gmt":"2024-07-08T05:01:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/a-desk.org\/?p=57945"},"modified":"2024-07-16T14:38:21","modified_gmt":"2024-07-16T12:38:21","slug":"ithaca-in-danger-from-nostalgia-to-solastalgia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/a-desk.org\/en\/magazine\/ithaca-in-danger-from-nostalgia-to-solastalgia\/","title":{"rendered":"Ithaca in Danger: From Nostalgia to Solastalgia"},"content":{"rendered":"

I had never lived in C\u00f3rdoba before, but when I moved there recently I knew it was my home. It took Ulysses ten years to return to Ithaca and it took me almost thirteen years to decide that I had to return from the United States, that my mirage of a home built around useless studies and a stable but deeply alienating job, in a country where everyone owns weapons, condemned me to remain eternally anchored to nostalgia, suffering from the evil that many migrants experience when they fail to recover from that longing for their lost homeland. Looking at the weather map and seeing, for example, that in my North American town it was snowing while a spring sun was shining in the south of the Spanish peninsula, my stomach was torn apart in shreds of horror. Whenever I would say phrases in English, any little expression, I felt the Spanish language circulating beneath it, wanting to manifest itself, and this caused a mental short circuit with which I had to fight to earn my living, aware as I was that my literary language was fading from lack of use. Losing my name (Arabic, cursed, unpronounceable to English speakers) and having to listen to a substitute one was like prostrating myself every morning in front of a mirror broken into a thousand pieces. I knew my face was still somewhere amongst those splintered fragments but, like the corpse of Polyneices for Antigone, it had to be recomposed, otherwise the reflection would only present me with a disfigured identity.<\/p>\n

For more than a decade, my relationship with nostalgia was articulated in an almost etymological way. Like the heroes of Troy immersed in their N\u00f3stoi<\/em> (returns), I felt pain (algia<\/em>) being so far from my land. I was overwhelmed by the possible prospect of not setting foot on it again as a place of vital development, that is, forced to (un)inhabit it as a non-place on vacation, pure transitory joy lacking any roots. I was thrilled when, after a multitude of procedures and a pandemic, I was able to get enough courage and pack my suitcases. I will never compare two weather reports again, I swear that I will lock English in a safe and throw the key into a river, and that my name will always be mine, coined on the capitals of a palace in ruins: Medina Azahara. Anyone who has been involuntarily transplanted to an inappropriate location knows the circumstances to which I am referring. A plant, lacking its original nutrients and deprived of the climate in which it was born, surrounded by hostile creatures, feeling guilty for having become an invasive species, usually withers. Now, in my lovely C\u00f3rdoba, whose historical beauty is exploited for the delight of tourists and the displacement of my neighbors, I breathe easy, the waters readjust to their native channel, the tesserae (glued like Japanese ceramics) return to me an imperfect but stitched-together image of my thirty-seven years. Half an adult life abroad, a mutilation, I tell myself, as I insist on winding the clock back and recovering, at least, part of the stolen treasure.<\/p>\n

The Guadalquivir, the river I threw the key into, passes through C\u00f3rdoba and flows into a stream that enters my hometown, Castro del R\u00edo. Both towns share the same greenish water and that the pomace from the oil mills next to which I spent childhood awakens my sense of smell and ties me to the soil. The homes in both are whitewashed, although here, in the capital, people usually paint the baseboards and finish the window and door frames with touches of ochre, mustard, or bull\u2019s blood red. There is here perhaps a greater presence of hanging geraniums from the balconies. The orange blossom season begins in April, or at the end of March if the heat speeds up the flowering, and as the white petals of the orange tree wilt, jasmine, gardenias or dama de noche<\/em> begin to sprout. For about six months a year it smells like my childhood of living ancestors, the land of my grandparents. I could truthfully say that my illness has been cured, little by little, thanks to a synesthetic memory that replaces the unlived experiential memory. What ties me to C\u00f3rdoba is not a physical past wandering its alleys, but rather the visual, fragrant, sound echoes that the city interweaves with the town. The people here have a different accent than mine but one so familiar that I would like to hug them and invite them to drink a vermouth with me. The white lime and vegetation complement the rest of the landscape which, however, I sense is in danger.<\/p>\n

Alert. A mallard duck flies over a plastic-infested forest. Alert. The baby swifts cannot withstand high temperatures and launch themselves fatally from their nests onto the asphalt. Alert. The centuries-old olive tree is being replaced by an impostor in the form of a \u201csuper intensive\u201d bush so-called because it demands tons of water. What the echoes of the town do not give me (the disappearance of native species such as thrushes, or the desertification, or a summer capable of smashing thermometers and splashing mercury into my eyes) is impossible to fit into poorly adjusted mental maps of contemporaneity. Suddenly, confusing languages \u200b\u200bgather under the scar on my face, difficult to express through my sealed mouth or through any other orifice. My homeland, newly restored after so much absence, is similar, a friend told me, to a reunion with an old lover who suffers from a terminal illness. We might melt together in hugs and profess a love that distance took away, but the complete fusion with someone whose anatomy is terminal is prohibited. This evil game of juggling is defined as the transformation of nostalgia<\/a> into solastalgia<\/em>, the mourning for a home detached from the map that mutates into pain for a land that is disappearing beneath our feet, as the philosopher Bruno Latour states in his book Where to Land<\/em> <\/a>(2018).<\/p>\n

It is not necessary, therefore, to make long journeys or go to war to suffer displacement, for each surface on which we walk contains its degree of decomposition. The Ulysses syndrome is so omnipresent that even those who have never left their land witness how it changes in terms of color and humidity, how it turns to sand or disappears after a flood, how it becomes emptied of the life once known and filled with something else: cracked earth where there used to be orchards, demolished farm machinery, insect silence. We are all migrants, there is no geography to which to return. This is, paradoxically, the impulse that comes from an armed robbery of a seed that can be grafted, conservative in nature, yes, but willing to reclaim the past based on its potential for the future. Solastalgia<\/em> is energy used in the re-naturalization of barren areas created by progress, a melancholy for children\u2019s cartographies devastated beneath their sadness, that is, climate justice. The small battles of grandfather and grandmother conceived as tools for a critical look at their temperate summers, the pesticides that they did not swallow, the river bed that they did not cross because it was flowing full, where not a stone or a key could be seen. I can\u2019t help but think how heartbreaking it would be to lose my lover a second time, now that I\u2019ve come back, now that I\u2019m here to stay.<\/p>\n

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(Images of C\u00f3rdoba, all by \u00a9 Azahara Palomeque)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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