Just some moments, in the week in between Chile and Argentina:
(Almost) at the end of the world
Fly. An antidote to inappropriate seriousness: everyone else around me was making ostensibly sensible decisions, and in the tide I almost slipped into an alternative reality of work without passion. But I choose to find this piece of reality on the way to Brazil.. So my life is in boxes in someone else’s garage by the beach; loving what I leave, loving it more because I leave it, for now. I'm off, no looking back, till then..!!
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