Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, Sunday, November 2, 2003
I'm on the plane, this explains the title.
Since I have not over the shock of not having published the final sentences of his trip to Australia and Asia in 2000, written on the plane to return and remained on paper today, out of laziness, priority 'different and subsequent oblivion, now I write the last lines of these 4 months directly here.
As usual when one has to do something he lacks inspiration and to tell the truth 'does not feel very end of the trip because' there before me 'and then a week of Italy suffered two months followed by Eastern Europe knows' that other revolutions, so in reality no return '.
For the record I have not learned to surf. I have tried hard, I went there regularly, I learned to do anything but to stand up. But it was' worth it and I do not regret. It 'a failure, but the road that led me to that failure, and' was great, mythical and wet.
As I said in the surf and the beautiful 'go chest out in front of everyone that so then once in water and do not see you will be set to do the crossword. Do not blame me, I am a victim of society 'image.
Yesterday at the airport I met two Spaniards who were returning from Santo Domingo, where they worked with the famous island of the famous. No, I say to give a little 'of glamor to the report.
For the rest of it mean? A sheet appears thus established the rule that when you travel, even if it is not 'how can' seem that every day you're the star, and in the end it 'always worth it.
As would be 4 months in office?
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