I wipe a thin layer of dust from my backpack and leave my hermitage. The time to leave Argentina has come. I organise the anecdotes created on my memory’s shelf and open the door to nostalgia and upcoming adventures. The Argentinian city I resided in never managed to steal my heart. For the time being it was stored on a wonderful person’s nightstand.
Goodbyes/hellos
Goodbyes/hellos
Goodbyes/hellos
I wipe a thin layer of dust from my backpack and leave my hermitage. The time to leave Argentina has come. I organise the anecdotes created on my memory’s shelf and open the door to nostalgia and upcoming adventures. The Argentinian city I resided in never managed to steal my heart. For the time being it was stored on a wonderful person’s nightstand.