Good bye

This will be the first post written in english in this blog, but this time it is necessary, for I want non-spanish-speakers to read it.
Yesterday we had a farewell celebration, I'm not sure if I can call it a party, for my moving to Leipzig. It could hardly have been better than it was; the setting, the people, the execution, it made me very, very happy.
The celebration was made next to the Elbe, across from the city center, at night. We sat on the grass, and could see the historic buildings, enjoy one of the last good-weather days, before the autumn strikes for real, and grill peacefully. This scene is one I will, for sure, remember when I see back to my days living in Dresden: me, with friends, next to the famous historic buildings, two of which were renovated and re-opened during my two year period here, grilling, eating good (though a little raw, or a little burned) food, drinking a beer (or whatever the next level was at the time), breathing air mixed with the smoke from the grill carried by the wind, greeting a dog that came and with good manners waiter for his bone.
Yesterday I told this so many times that they probably got really tired of listening it, but I have to say it again: Thank you, thank you all, the ones that were there, and the ones that missed, for making my time in Dresden one of the greatest experiences I have ever had, and helping me go over the dark days I had back at the end of 2004, beginnig of 2005 that you might not remember, but I will never forget. Suffering mixed with laughs; that was a short definition of my life.
Before I start crying now, for the tears are fighting hard to leave my lacrimal, let me state who was there: Basti (remember, the lion is never as it is painted), Dung (pronounced something like Dzung), Yusri (his name is Bong, Yusri Bong), the two 'Mads (that arrived late, and I have no picture of, sorry guys), Maria (a friend of Ahmad), and of course, the one that could have not missed this one, Rochy (the other mexican in CL). Some people that would have been very nice to have there, but were not present for different reasons: Vivek, with an endless repository of stories to tell, and a very particular way of doing so; Wiwi, of course, with her joy and laughter; and many others, but if I start giving the names of all, I would never finish.
To finish a great night, while I was waiting for my tram back home, a german approached me, and I was able to chat with him, in german. It was, of course, a very basic conversation: where are you from, what do you do, etc; but I was happy to be able to understand him, and chat gleefully for some five minutes.
That is all, I am not away from Dresden forever, I will still come every week, but now I know that I am not a Dresdner anymore; the master years are over, this was the time planned to leave, one way or the other.