... I was sitting at my brand-new bar-table having a cup of tea and mackerel in tomato-sauce with crispbread for breakfast. I had just finished renovating my new apartment which I adored. I had a rather boring but quite well-paid job. I was playing rugby and I loved it. I had an extra job in a bar which I kept for entertainment mostly and which brought it some extra money in form of tips. I did a lot of traveling. I had a lot of cool friends.And so I was sipping the tea, looking at the parking outside my window (the view was the only thing which was not perfect in my new apartment) and thinking - is this as good as my life is gonna get???
I guess that was the day when I realised that I gotta go, although at that point I wasn't quite sure where to.
Some months, a couple of suite-cases and endless good-byes later I'm lying on bed in Santos writing this entry and watching my friend Marina's agony while she's trying to fit the contents of her studio apartment into four cartons. It is D-5. Tuesday the 13th we're heading off to São Paulo to catch flight to Fortaleza. By 3 a.m. Thursday we are supposed to reach Jericoacoara.
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