January 16, 6 am I was running late, in the corridors of the airport. Accelerated and barefoot, I passed the security, almost lost the plane, and I started my first trip alone. My parents didn’t like the idea. Months before, Paris was the scene of death and terror. Although fearful,…
A trip, dictated the rest of my life. One, the first one, was enough to know that no matter what I do, how or whom I am, I will always travel. I didn’t came back the same way: burned skin, suitcase filled of shells, sandbags and pictures of things that…