Oh yes, and I arrived... Two glorious weeks fulfilled with people and beer... My writing is now emotional instead of sober, I apologise for that but it is still all so fresh. Not even 10 hours passed and I am nostalgic. I met so many funny people that I miss them already, either in Göttingen or in Lyon and even in some trains during my travelling. I started a list which I pretended to post in the blog, I definitely started but then some people crossed my life which I don't even know the name and it is not fair because the list would be incomplete. I gave those people a bit of me and they gave me a bit of them, it was reciprocal. I met a young star (I hope) female singer; a guy who does underwater rugby (yes I got the same impression...wtf is that?); an Italian girl from Rome, who was reading Dostoiévski, that works on CERN in Genève, and already lived in San Francisco; and a German woman who works in gathering the information for citizen cards (not the Portuguese one, but she knew what we were doing), that already lived in a lot of different places including Tokyo and currently living in Zurich, and also already took the Trans-Siberian... Cool isn't it? One thing these people have in common, they have never been in Portugal... I met even more people and I just mentioned those because I met them during travelling/waiting time. It was really nice to meet everybody, visit my friend and family and meet my friend and family friends :)
This is passionate writing...
