After a long while, investing my time in an European vacation, I’m keen to get back to my words. I guess I was a bit tired of being myself sometimes, although I knew I was always proud of it all the time. And so it is so far, because when you travel alone you have the chance to dig up some bottled feelings, and one of the strongest ones is the real-life-fact of being yourself, consciously and bravely.
There’s no such thing as facing facts as challenges, I mean, all those troubles you handle every day.
I’ve been running through Spain, France, England, Netherlands, Belgium and Germany. I realized plenty of huge differences throughout the boundaries, but there’s still one thing that keeps the same everywhere: mankind essence. It’s never gonna change.