It wasn't a real travel, in reality.
It was a journey inside myself. Deep, deep inside.
The city was a ghost, the only thing that was always there was me.
I haven't enjoyed the big party. I wasn't part of the party.
I was looking at what was happening around me,
like a baby look at the TV: seeing everything, understanding nothing.
Maybe these days will be important for me....maybe no.
Time will decide. Now I'm empty and I can't even think.
I've done some photos. Take a look if you want.
Now: City
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