An idea is like a piece of food, a small stone or a little insect. It's nice to take it in your hands, to look at it thoroughly from different sides, to smell it, to feel its surface with your fingertips.
There are days when I feel I have strong roots.
There are days I want to do something impulsive and crazy.
Most of the time I feel that I haven't found a place where I belong yet. It's like that morning in Cuba all these months ago - I was walking along the seaside, facing fresh early morning breeze.. I was following how every other wave erases my steps one by one...And I felt absolutely alone and absolutely free. No addictions.. No sarrow.. Only me and this tremendous giant beautiful world..
It's not about the destination. It's a journey that counts.
And anyway.. Ive been dreaming to visit South Africa for so long now. Maybe, it's time to go?