"Maf, what's the deal with the buses? You can only pay for them in coins but nobody gives us any change."

"Ah, porque voces nao estao a ver. If you've got coins here you're king. There are almost no coins left. They realised the metals the coins are made of are more valuable than the coin itself, so a lot of people melt the coins and sell the metal. You can get a card though, for bus rides called the Monadero."

I have seen the future and will be building myself a foundry in the basement back home.

The PA announces something incomprehensible. Dozens of people move around us, arriving and departing. Maria, with that backpack on, which is as big as she is (and about twice as heavy), asks:

"So, your phone doesn't work, the machine just ate your card - Kiko, what would you do without us?"

A banner hangs on the wall, reads: Beinvenidos a Buenos Aires.

--


"Resistencia"


From the rooftops

Goodbyes

At the last supper, with family.
"Will you take a nespresso?"
"No, no, thanks."
"Think about it - this is the last decent coffee you'll have for months."

--

-Voltas?

--

Manha do dia seguinte, na cama.
- Eu nem sei que te diga. Por um lado até fico um pouco triste. Tu por nós nunca ficaste assim. Acho que é a primeira vez que te vejo sem vontade de partir.

--

À saida de casa.
- Se eu te conheço, tu em quinze dias vês um par de olhos bonitos e isso passa-te.

--

At the airport, about to board.
"So, which of you takes an iphone? Nobody? Three people traveling and not a single iphone?"

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

- Frost

When you wake up, you realise you're sleeping in somebody's couch. There's a green cup on the table next to you that is half full from the sunlight that it catches from the open window. In big white letters, the words:

WHAT THE F*CK

HAPPENED

LAST NIGHT?

Then that feeling hits you, and you force yourself back to sleep again: in slumber you have one last defence against facing yesterday's memories, drinking and decisions.

It won't last long but at this point you can't be picky.

(Stolen from Oriane, teacher, host and friend)

Some day, I'll open up my heart, show my hand and let everybody know about you.

Some day, I'll write about how much you changed me - when you asked me never to change.

How much you made me want to stay - when you told me to go.

How you were the worst thing that could have happened to me at the worst possible time - because you were the best thing that ever happened to me.

Some day, I'll thank you for showing me how to be myself, and, more importantly, how to forgive myself for what I am.

One day, I'll write all this and publish it so that all the world can know.

Wait, no. I'll take that back. I don't think I'd be comfortable with that.

"And you feel, like, when you're furthest away from everything is when you're most connected." - Anissa Jkhan.

Some of the wisest minds are hidden in twelve-year olds' bodies.

Caspar David Friedriech, Wanderer above the sea of fog