(A musing written sometime in the summer of 2006)
and so he left the country that same thursday, at 13:14, under a gray, cloudy, fresh sky. It was just like one of those mischiefs he used to do so many years ago, like eating hidden cookies when no one was watching. It was a escape to another country: the desire of so many years come true. And still, it did not feel like it. That was one thing he did not like about himself: he didn't enjoy the great little moments.
Destination Europe. A little ambitious, but certain he could make it: there's food everywhere, right? What else did he need? Living the traveler's life! The bum's life, some might say. But that was not the case, he knew it... he was a willing learner.
Twenty straight years living in Guatemala had kindled his soul into longing for the outside. He always had this desire to learn... and old stuff does not teach.
and so he left the country that same thursday, at 13:14, under a gray, cloudy, fresh sky. It was just like one of those mischiefs he used to do so many years ago, like eating hidden cookies when no one was watching. It was a escape to another country: the desire of so many years come true. And still, it did not feel like it. That was one thing he did not like about himself: he didn't enjoy the great little moments.
Destination Europe. A little ambitious, but certain he could make it: there's food everywhere, right? What else did he need? Living the traveler's life! The bum's life, some might say. But that was not the case, he knew it... he was a willing learner.
Twenty straight years living in Guatemala had kindled his soul into longing for the outside. He always had this desire to learn... and old stuff does not teach.
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