I have felt the home country – the false country – falling behind me. I wonder why I didn’t take to the road sooner. Though, in all fairness, I did head out many times on voyages that lasted three weeks or fifteen years. The difference now is that then I was leaving some place, something…
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I guess I´m on my way already, having always loved travelling and meeting new people, visiting new places, letting life surprise me with every unexpected encounter and venture…I do recognize how privileged I am. 🙂