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ld, a new adventure whose characters were still as unknown as my past. From where was I escaping, where was I seeking refuge? The plane had arrived so late at its destination; I couldn't remember how I got to that little hotel. There I was, lying on a comfortabl

goals or objectives were, I wou

hing a fifteen year ol

aited me. An adventure that, despite its simplicity, lacked anything but magic and reality. It was a new beginning, a new

sea; the view was simply beautiful from the windows of that living-dining room, a

om did not point I did that landscape, but it consisted of a silent and incomparable tranquility in which I could let my ideas and my artistic impul

those many musical Hu who accompa

n my room, ready for those moments of i

ing out emotions on old sheets of paper that, old and worn, became carriers of poetry, of intense lyrics full of

m, some other diploma decorated the wa

re retaining my identity,

way from home hundreds of times just to walk into those sunny streets that colored my

the streets of Harradine. Pizzerias, restaurants, clothing and appliance stores. Clearly nothing was missing. Th

de the city, in other areas or sectors. I was only a few blocks from that one, I didn't need any t

r interesting boy, whose personality was at that time a constant intrigue. A young man with a certain attractiveness although very withdrawn and, although this was not one of his most notable characteristics, it is worth clarifying that intelligence was not one of his virtues. In any case, his comp

gent and quite

ewer part of Harari nay, an area with sports fields and recreation centers. There we used to enjoy the three o

extra rackets since I didn't On some occ

t wasn't the same as running from end to end trying to catch those balls that went throu

of my reach, schoolmates I glimpsed fro

s to unexpectedly save the day. Stories of heroism and adventure, always in those moments where boredom