Well, while Francesco is already one step beyond me back to his origins in Italy, I’m still wasting my last drops of catalan blood in this city. Broken my camera, removing webs to gather even the most insignificant coin to add it to my travelling funds. Never before was my wallet so empty these last days while hanging out, fearing myself as a guy who never learnt to save or spend reasonably. Topics on my catalan condition are not true, if you people from Spain know what I mean.

Three days and I’m off the office, goodbye to my neverending days attached to virtual realities, surfing the promised land, coding stuff for email applications or provisioning systems. Just like we were children, life will come again touchable, our flesh will glitter when happy, or convulsed in threatening and menace situations. Rainbow in our stomachs. Together and also alone, far from so many things we got used to, from the bottom of our hearts consciousness will raise and say “hello” to the world. Stranger in every single stop, we will manage to become more and more familiar to the people we’ll meet. Avoid thinking of the past, melodies on the radio that remind you of your beloved ones, hide your tears behind your pillow. Positivity!

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