I can not put another title to the entrance.
This is the end, beyond the end, because I'm not even in Germany.
No more talk of the Germans or life in Berlin.
One thing was not knowing German and speak of them only for reference, but being a 2000km and still counting things seemed too hypocritical.
I am forced to close the blog. Not a pause or point and often or stop. It is a final point, the title itself becomes meaningless if I'm not there.
Who knows if my fingers will be asked to rewrite, for any other city or myself. The case is to do under the same direction ... yes I see complicated.
Time will tell. Sure
sure that the same thought Cervantes Don Quixote, made the first part, finished and was satisfied. Continued with other projects, failing as a playwright ... Until he came Avellaneda and felt compelled to write the second part, dealing with the original Quixote posh trying to imitate him, kill him back to sanity and to prevent further copies.
do not think anyone is devoted to copy me, so I hope I never have to rewrite to kill anyone.
A year ago I started the adventure to change the country and many other things. I was quite proud of how quickly I adapted to change.
Now the goal is, basically, the same, adapt to change as soon as possible to prove that I can live anywhere, even in my own city.
is also true that if I think about it, I did not come over.
When I started to pack I realized I wanted to take all the memories and good times he had accumulated more than a thought for every person I've met throughout this year and a piece of every friend I had there.
I had room for everything, so I had to leave my heart there.
In fact, some time ago and turned him over and I was not entitled to claim.
I do not care, I know that if people it is there it is half as good to me treated me very well be careful.
0 comments:
Post a Comment