When I left, I had learnt nothing. I took nothing with me. At least, that's what I thought then.

Me parece que de nada vale correr si siempre ha de irse por el mismo camino, cerrado, de nuestra personalidad. Unos seres nacen para vivir, otros para trabajar, y otros para mirar la vida. Yo tenia un pequeño y ruin papel de espectadora. Imposible salirme de él. Imposible libertarme. Una tremenda congoja fue para mí lo único real en aquellos momentos.

When I left, I had learnt nothing. I took nothing with me. At least, that's what I thought then.

That profound night freedom was agreeable and exciting.

It was the first time I traveled alone, but I was not scared.

I write short, my words tight to the thread of the narrative.