Six years ago, I came back from Nantes with an
elephant tattooed on my skin.
It wasn’t a spontaneous act — it was a
deliberate decision, an intimate gesture filled with symbolism. Back then, the
elephant represented a city that left a mark on me, a chapter that transformed
me, that made me grow, and the people who made time stand still, turning that
experience into something eternal.
The ink on my skin was — and still is — a
symbol of loyalty, memory, and commitment. A silent tribute to those who were,
are, and will be, regardless of distance or place.
But this May, six years after that experience,
fate gave me an unexpected trip where being close to elephants showed me why,
for many, they are sacred animals.
In Thailand, for the first time, I was near one
(near them): I fed them, touched them, sat beside them... I watched them
breathe. I stayed silent, trying to understand something that can only be
described with goosebumps and tingling skin: a connection that is ancient, deep
— almost sacred.
A slow gaze, an immense and peaceful
gentleness. That way of approaching without fear, that ability to listen with
the whole body, and that gaze — as if it understood what remains unsaid, what
one keeps quiet.
Because elephants don’t just walk — they tread
the earth as if they remember it. They carry the memory of the world, but also
of gestures, of silences, of goodbyes and reunions.
Because this animal was already a symbol etched
inside me — a lesson and a memory I never wanted to let go of — but now that
ink holds a new life, another experience (along with that chapter in Nantes)
that won’t just remain an echo.
Because the elephant is not just part of my
skin — it’s part of my story, of everything I’ve lived, of the values I’ve
always stood for, of all the people I love and have loved — and, undeniably, of
all those moments that have shaped me.
But there are marks that never fade, footsteps that leave a lasting print, and moments that need no description. A before and after. An unknown future yet to be written. Words that drift... And an elephant on my skin.
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