Closure: A New Beginning (with Photos)

Odd title, I know. But I thought and thought about it, and I realized that I want to close down this site. Closure has been a large part of Part II of my travels, and this site is one of the last things I need to finish up to be able to really say, "I am done."

I am devising a way to keep in touch though. I am not sure if it will be a blog or some other nifty internet technology, but this has worked and I want to keep it going since it has brought me so much joy. And some of you have "lovingly" called me to mat about keeping you updates – a fact I feel is more than fair since I did decide to leave.

For those not yet aware, I am currently in Santiago de Chile. No, I am not still traveling. I was here Oct-Dec 2006, and then I went to Brazil for 2.5 months and after that to the States for a month and a half. I am here because I live here now. Yes, I decided that this was my place. I knew when I left almost two years ago that staying in Latin America was a real possibility, and it happened. I have been here for 1.5 months and I still do not have a full time job or apartment, but such is the life when one immigrates to another country. I remain positive that I will find all of these things at the right time.

As you may remember South America kicked my butt. I dove into some deep personal things here. In the end, "coming home," meant endless things for me. Being here, among the Americans of the South really brought me back to a life I knew before America, the Beautiful. It reminded me of cafe con leche, rice and beans, child abuse, guarana, the pains (and joys) of growing up with a single mom, the violence I experience from my father as a kid, the joy of speaking Portuguese and now basic Spanish, and Latin beats.

And, because life gives us exactly what we can handle when we are ready for it, South America, or specifically, Chile, also gave me Bikram Yoga, amazing friends, and a therapist from heaven. In addition, I was able to work on an outstanding project with af friend to address child abuse in Chile's kindergartens and child care centers. Together these factors created a perfect place to work through what it has meant to be I, Júlio, reflect on traveling for so long, the work I do for social justice, and to be a more fully formed human being.

Some lessons, 'cause I know you like this format:

TOGETHER ALONE: We really are alone in the world. And, at that same time we depend a thousand percent in the connections we have to people and places. The trick, I have known, and I am continuously learning is to NOT shut ourselves out from others in order to be stronger, independent or to pull ourselves up with our own emotional bootstraps. Rather, the trick is to remember that we have the capacity to provide all that we need for our own survival, and also provide much of what we need for many other things. Additionally, we need people to depend on us so that we too can comfortably depend on people.

Love, as a concept, is interactive, and we need to be ready to be in that interaction if we want to build friendships, family, meaningful work and romantic relationships. And, what they (you know, "them") say is true – we truly are the best partners when we are well with ourselves.

I will add to self-health and say that we also need to be ok with the fact that most, if not all of our relationships exist because we need something. Love, unlike the movies, does not come without some sort of power cord, so to speak. We plug in because we need to learn something, we need to share in the energy of others, we need to be cared for, and we need to be needed. There is something to be said about being OK with this, about realizing that these exchanges are what attract friends and lovers, what attract us to our favorite teacher, or connect us to perfect strangers at coffee shops, the library or on the street.

I yearn more and more to make the connections I have authentic, even if I have made, and will make more mistakes in the future. Authenticity, I have also learned has to start with being true to ourselves. And, self-authenticity is the hard type to come by. It means looking in, being accountable to our actions, and looking straight at – our own reflection.

THE TOUGHEST PART: Transformation does not happen without pain. The hardest part of Part 2 of my travels was not the work I did interpersonally. This was the toughest personal work I have ever done, but I chose to be in it, and I committed to it 100%. The toughest part is that it hurt Drew, my now, ex-boyfriend. Drew is an AMAZING person that deserves the ABSOLUTE BEST and I, for many reasons at this point, was not able to provide that to the relationship we created. My personal process deeply affected the relationship which friends deemed DREWLIO. I am deeply sorry to him and those that love him. I wish it had happened differently.

THERE IS NO SPOON: As you know I love The Matrix and this reference is to the fact that we can all actually bend a spoon with our minds because that which bends is never the spoon, but ourselves.

My decision to uproot myself was a natural one since I felt (and feel) deep within that this is the step that I need to take right now in my life. While I have real fears of – will I be happy? Get a job? Have success? Make friendship connections like the ones in the States and Brazil? Be ok far from my family? Learn the language? – I also have a gut feeling that this is good, and right.

What has allowed me peace and comfort in this process is that I have gone back to the root in some ways. The root is the simple questions: do I want to do this right now and do I have it in me to succeed? A simple "yes" made my decision feel wonderful. Sure, there have been challenges, but these have made me value more that which I have chosen. The process more than (ok, maybe, equal to) the goal has been important. This experience is making it so that I bend more and more.

Finally, I wanted to the THANK YOU for reading this blog. I had no idea when I created it that so many people would read it, send it to friends, and refer to it months after I wrote about an experience. I felt (and feel) really blessed to have people like you in my life. I continue to hope that these words, experiences, random thoughts, overly honest life processes can be of use to you.

Photos of Part II:

Best Part II
http://www.flickr.com/photos/brazilbean/sets/72157600345851839/

World Travel – 10 Sets (9 of Part II, and best of Part I)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/brazilbean/collections/72157600005282858/

LOST ALL CONTACT INFO: PLEASE RESPOND

Dear all,

One of the eventful things about traveling and moving to another country is that one has to always figure out ways to keep what is important in a safe place. Last August I did just that. I bought an external hard drive and saved all of my important files, including my Outlook rolodex with all of your lovely contact information. Well, the world of computing had other plans for me and all that I had in the Outlook file has now disappeared.

So, I write to you and ask you to please send me your contact information - phone numbers, address, web page address, skype name...all you got and are comfortable with sending.

On other news, I am now in Chile. I spent my first few days seeing friends and having a great time returning. Today, Monday, I am making contacts and attempting to find a job.

Hugs to all and Thank you,

Julio
New Chile Cell: 56-9-9406-8920

"I wish I could be like, 'Houston, we have a problem,' but I know I'd be more like, 'Houston! Houston! Pick up! Pick UP!' and come off all needy."

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Shanti, Shanti: Livin' La Vida Loca

Dear Family and Friends,

I have updated my blog with latest news:

http://brazilbean.blogspot.com/

See:

-return to the States
-move to Chile
-need job

Kisses to all,

Julio

"I wish I could be like, 'Houston, we have a problem,' but I know I'd be more like, 'Houston! Houston! Pick up! Pick UP!' and come off all needy."

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Shanti, Shanti: Livin' La Vida Loca

Yes, it has been a very long time since I have entered any text into this blog. Life’s ebbs and flows have kept me away, but I thought I should return to update you on a few important things.

Before I start I wanted to summarize the last entry that was uploaded November 14 and then December 18. The 14th one was probably memorable because I spoke about child abuse and a lot of other issues I was addressing while in Chile. The 18th one was basically me saying that sending the 14th one was a complicated decision and clarifying a few things.

Now, three months later I can give you some updates:

---My personal work in Chile was outstanding. I truly took the time to write in a diary, go to therapy, do a hell of a lot of yoga and have a lot of time with friends and fun. Together these activities allowed me to learn more about what is important to me, and how I want to live my life.

---In Chile I also was asked to help out my friend Romina with a project she was working on at the National Network of Kindergartens and Childcare Centers. This work resulted in our co-writing Chile’s national plan against sexual abuse and the maltreatment of children in the kindergartens and childcare centers of the country. It was amazing work and next Tuesday (4th) it is being presented at the Chilean congress, and it is now being implemented nationwide. It felt great to put my public policy skills to work, participate in a project so closely related to some of my growing up issues and help a friend who is an outstanding project manager.

---Chile also brought me the jewels of my travels – more amazing people. Juan Pablo (Juampy), Roberto, Rodrigo, Juan Pablo (Juampa), Manu, Mauricio, Max, Mane, Dulce, Fiore, Nacio were only some of the people that made my time in Chile and especially new year’s so memorable.

---Pepa (Romina’s) partner was my PAPA while in the city. I lived with him and we shared our mutual love for coffee, wine and Romina. He is heaven sent. He is an individual whose heart surpasses the imaginable and connects deeply and easily with you without saying a word. I miss him everyday.

---I also decided to skip Argentina. I had had it with being a tourist and needed to go home, so I left to my best friend Ana’s house in Rio. This was only a sad decision because I really wanted to see Christian, who is Ana’s brother-in-law, while in Argentina.

---Brazil was outstanding. It was the first time in about 15 years that I was there for carnaval. Ana was my carnaval specialist and made sure I made it to all the parties, events and samba schools. I danced many nights away, drank a lot and spend endless days on the beach. This trip was also memorable because three Americans and two Chileans joined me for carnaval itself. Tricia, Tonja and Yolanda from the States and Juampy and Roberto from Chile painted the town with me every night as the pictures will show.

---And, all of these changes made staying in my relationship with Drew impossible. This is perhaps the hardest part of it all. It does not help that I handled our separation quite badly. Drew is an outstanding person that I love very much, and who deserves all that he wants in this world.

---I am now in the United States. I am taking care of my two brothers Mitchell and Christopher while my parents are in Brazil adopting one of m cousins. He is 15 and his name is Jair. It will be a good change in the house, as we grow to 6 in our immediate family. It feels good and a bit funny after having grown up alone with my mother.

BIG NEWS ALERT:

Perhaps the biggest news from me is that I have decided to move to Santiago de Chile. My time in Latin America as I have written before truly moved me, and this is the right time to do it. Here are some reasons:

--Chile feels like home in my soul. Latin America has a texture that agrees deeply with who I am.
--Chile has one of the fastest, if not the fastest growing economy in South America and its internationalization makes it a place that has a global perspective on things.
--Chile’s army is not big enough to go bomb other countries in search of imaginary weapons.
--Santiago is a San Francisco in Latin America. It’s size and feel are perfect for me.
--Santiago is the only city in Latin America that has bikram yoga, a practice I know I need in my life.
--I want to speak a third language fluently.
--I want to be closer to Brazil.

NEED SOME ASSISTANCE:

--No, I do not have a job in Chile. And, well, I don’t even have the right to work right now. The principal way one is allowed to work is through being sponsored by an organization. So, please…

--Send me any and all job possibilities you hear about in Santiago.
--Send me websites or other places where you think I could find a job.
--Contact names for people who may know people who can help me out.

I leave on Tuesday, April 3rd.

Will keep this up from Chile…please ask questions, engage and most of all…know that you now have place to stay when you come visit the Andes.

Kisses,

Julio (Hulio)

Reflections About My Last Entry

Writing the last entry was an experience. All in all I am very glad I did it. It seems to have been an important part of the process I have embarked on. I was also reminded that no matter how much I crave to be real, transparent and authentic, life reminds me that our liberation in some way stops where other people´s lives begin. I reckon it is the equilibrium of it all, living in a planet with so many people, and trying to be good so that goodness comes to us.

Consequently, I am very happy for the numerous emails I received from people discussing their own experiences with the topic, and thanking me for being open, and giving them a sense of OKness about their own stories. This for me was much of my intent in writing it. And, it was the gift of this type of openess.

And, I wish that my email had not bothered others. I received emails expressing the wish that I had not sent my entry out, heard of negative comments people made, and others requested to be removed from the blog. I sincerely apologize if I offended anyone. It was not my intent. I hope that it did not create a wall, rather than my intended opening, between me and you.

I also wanted to speak to two specific items in the email.

One is that it should be obvious to all that my life experiences deeply affect my mother who provided safety and care for me in every moment of my life. She is a hero to me in a million different ways, but more than anything in her endless goal of providing the best life possible for me. The experiences I had, the moments of danger, were meant to be in some way. I don´t think anyone who has ever loved me would have ever wanted bad things to happen to me. Yet, life is bigger than our wishes and bad things happen. It reminds me of one of my favorite songs about parenthood - On Children. It say that "Children are not our children, they are the sons and the daughters of life´s longing for itself. They come through your, but they are not from your, they belong not to you." We, the children of our parents, belong to life and its roller coaster.

The other item had to do with the people with whom I have chosen to share my romantic life. It should be obvious to those who have been with me, and those who have met my partners that I have not selected "bad men" to be with. Yes, it has happened and the "deceased" and Richard (long, long ago) definitely fall in the category of bad men in the end of the equation of my life with them. Still, I have selected outstanding men in my life and I am very happy to know in my heart that from each of them I have learned, been deeply loved, and grown more and more into who I am today. I am thankful that after so much that I have lived that life has brought me such outstanding people full of love, compassion and sincerity. Thank you.

I hope everyone is well. Things are good with me. Working very hard on all the items I wrote about, and feeling great about where the road is taking me. Oz does not seem as far as before.

CHILE: BACK to BASICS - A Journey Into G-d Knows Where

It has been a long time and I am not going to write about a place I have been to. I am sorry to all of you who really want to hear about Peru. It will come someday...but for now I am in a different place, a different space. I hope this entry brings some light into the quiteness that has passed in the last few weeks. Do note that this email is pretty what some Chileans would call "heavy," as in the vernacular - QUE HEAVY.

Perhaps the oddest thing about traveling as I have is that when one allows one´s self, if one is open and willing to be vulnerable to life, to travel inside one finds a great deal of things that were unexpected. For instance, the last few weeks have consisted of a great deal of addressing unresolved child abuse issues I had simply forgotten about. I mean, why would I want to remember or overly focus on moments in my life where I basically had very little power and influence over my own destiny? Why would anyone? Those of you who have engaged me in this topic know that it has basically been a topic that I am ok with. Kind of like - it happened, it´s done, life´s short, move on. Maybe that happens with a lot of people. I don´t know. It seems understandable.

What I do know is that some combination of the people I have met in Latin America, doing a lot of yoga, and being in the region of my infancy has made a whole bunch of things come to the surface that are scary, some ugly, and most very good for understanding and moving on in a more healthy, true way. For instance, I have come to realize that a lot of the way that I am in romantic relationships (short or long term) reflect some of the ways I learned to protrect myself from abuse as a child. (NOTE HERE: Not abuse from my family, but a neighbor.) From some theories that I have exchanged over email with my therapist the lack of power in such situations makes it so one actually starts to see sex, or the provision of sex as a tool to liberation rather than simply the crime that is being committed. It is in no way a logical narrative, but rather one of survival. I think a lot about the stories I have read of child sex trafficking. For instance, if a 7 year old knows that the only way to end sexual abuse is to provide sex in order for it to end, and that is the only option, then it is a logical conclusion. And, an intelligent one for the moment, the situation, context.

Unfortunately, for those of us who have had such experiences, and I am certain I am not alone in this group of nearly 400 people who receive these emails, the narrative of survival sometimes haunts and hurts us. In my case it seems like I have translated and retranslated my narrative of providing physically, emotionally, patiently, etc, as a door to acceptance and liberation, sometimes to my own detriment. And, more unfortunate, is that these narratives can sometimes be the ones we fluctuate to naturally...marrying abusers, people with history of addictions, etc. And further and I believe worst, we pull away from those who provide us safety and comfort and love because that feels unconfortable, or we see the lack of struggle as lacking excitement.

The is no question that Child Sexual Abuse Sucks. And, there is no question that no parent or family member ever wants that to pass. Consequently, I am coming from a place of today, not what once was, happened, whatever. What matters to me is how to use that information form the past to inform the present so that I can move on to a healthier future. It is hard work, and add 20+ years of life with natural pains and aches and you get a whole lot of crying and reflecting.

For all those of you who have asked me where I am geographically...Two weeks ago I left Santiago, Chile and went back to Quito, Ecuador. I knew I needed to be there a bit more. As you have read, there was an amazing feeling of home there. My friends and the city itself provided a safe space when what I really wanted to do is go home to the arms of my mother. The night before I left Santiago I had a beautiful dinner with my friends Pepa, Pancha and Romina. And, I started to cry for so many things, so many relationships, so many moments in my life where I feel I have made wrong decision, hurt people I love, hurt myself, hurt. I cried for so long, and continued to cry on and off for the next 8 days in Quito. The good thing is that I happen to think that crying is a wonderful thing. I do believe it is the moment when our bodies can no longer hold emotion inside and the body just has to let it go. With that theory I cried with deep sadness and sorrow for a lot that passed those days, but also knowing that this was a path, a corridor that would eventually get me to the place I will someday arrive at.

Today I am back in Santiago, Chile. I am doing a lot of yoga, a lot, and I am taking good care of myself. I am cooking whenever I can, spending a lot of time with a group of amazing and healthy friends, doing a lot of music therapy, and writing a lot in a new diary. I am not out of the woods yet. Beyond the jungle that is our lives, I am not out of this experience. More is to pass, I can feel it.

Part of the challenge is that I am an intelligent, well-educated American who has been to a lot of therapy, done a lot of retreats and read too many books on self-care. This has translated into being in my head a lot. The Brazilian live-life-fully in me is having a hard time showing himself behind all of the theories of Freud, Jung, and too many Buddhas, Jesuses, and Jews. So, meditation is helping a lot. It takes me out of my head. This is important because the answers are not in my head, I know that too. The most simple way to put this with a few words is two lines from Alanis Morissette´s THANK YOU INDIA, which as you know, I have in this blog somewhere...

The moment I let go of it was
The moment I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it was
The moment I touched down

To me these lines are both powerful and tremendously scary. With all that I do in my life I still cannot say I have let go, but I do know that the last two weeks I got more than I could handle. I am still hesitant to jump off, and I hope someday soon to touch down. Will go bunjee jumping this weekend to practice letting go and trust. No worries, no intention of touching down in this case.

I also keep having these stupid MATRIX moments. Forgive the pop-culture reference for those of you who still read. The moment when Morpheus tells Neo that the Oracle did not tell him what would happen, she only told him what he needed to know, she showed him the door, and he had to walk through it. That is somehow combined with images of the PRICE IS RIGHT where I see all of you, my friends and loved ones screaming - DOOR #1!!!! No, DOOR #2!!!! Try #3!!! And I have to close my eyes and realize that everyone wants the best for me, that everyone is rooting for my happiness, but with your own lenses, lives, moments of pain, struggle and happiness. And I close my eyes really tight and I can´t hear anything. And I think of the Matrix again and all I can think about is that I wish I could look as good as Trinity did in her outfit, and I am back to square one. I did say it was a stupid moment, didn`t I?

And, finally, you may ask yourself why I would write all of this on an email to so many people. Your own answers are probably the right ones. For instance, I know I have scared some people in traveling, especially in Chile with my openess. And, I am probably deeply naive, but I believe this is life. Right here. This is where I find my self and how discover with which lens I will see the rest of the world around me. These moments of going inside, of understanding and feeling and being as truthfull as possible to and with myself are critical. When I break through them I find a truer more authentic way to connect with that which is inside other human beings in pain, and most importantly in joy, celebration, exctasy, jubilation, and in exhailing. It´s the moment I know that I grow deeper and more powerful, and the moment I can be the best Julio I can possibly find inside this personal Bermuda Triangle to show to you as a friend, lover or family member.

Cheers,

Julio, Jules, Juliano, Julinho

"People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people." V.

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PERU: Lima - Part I &II

I think the last time you read I had left Quito. I went to Lima for a day and then to Cuzco to meet up with my dad to hike the Inca Trail, then back to Lima for a few days before I took off to Santiago, Chile, where I am right now. Ok, that´s the geography.

LIMA: The first night I went I stayed at my friend (through Carlo) Thierry´s place. He has an outstanding apartment overlooking the beachfront of Lima. Outstanding. My favorite part was that the walls facing the sea where all glass. Pictures later.

I spent my day being a tourist. The historical buildings in Lima, and the Baroque-Peruvian architecture was truly exquisite. Lima is foggy about 9 months out of the year...so imagine every day I spent there overcast. It was not cold, or hot. The weather was pleasant, but it was like being stuck in Baryshnikov´s (sp) WHITE NIGHTS.

Two moments to write home about.

-Pizarro´s statue was among the many sites a tourist should see. So, I took off to find it. The guide (not Lonely Planet) said it was in the middle of the Plaza de Armas, the main plaza in Lima. I started at the center for while and saw nothing. Later I learned that the statue had been placed Pizarro´s horse´s ass to the city´s main church so it had to be removed. I consulted Lonely PLanet and found out where it had gone. So, I followed the map, got there, and again...no Pizarro. At this point I could have said, forget it. He was a conquistador and what the heck am I doing looking for him all over the place, but the gay over achiever got the best of me, and I HAD TO FIND IT!!! So, I started asking around, and eventhough everyone knew where it was, nobody really did. After searching 2-3 more spots I finally found the damn thing. It was HUGE, UGLY and well a man on a horse. Lesson: when you cannot find a Spanish consquistador let it go. In the end all you will really find is a horse´s ass.

-Pepe. Pepe is a great friend of Andres (from Quito). Again, the amazing connections of this travel experience along with the outstanding hosting by everyone has been beautiful. I met Pepe at his job and immediately we were off. He wanted me to see Lima at night. It was different, the lighting, the energy. We drove around for a while and ended up at La Rosa Nautica, a beautiful sea restaurant. I say sea because it is literally in the sea. We sat in the bar and had Peru´s national drink (mostly. it is also chile´s drink and it is a big fight, but enough.) The pisco was grand, but the cool thing was that the bar shook a bit when the waves hit. It was very cool. Ok, a little sickening for those with weak stomachs, but tres cool for me. We then went to SCENAS, an outstanding restaurant where I ate A LOT OF GREAT FOOD!!! Pepe has
an advanced knowledge of Limeno restaurants and the gastronomical tour was fabulous. Beyond food and tourism was the best gift of all - PEPE. I know I have said this a lot this time around, but G-d, I just keep meeting these outstanding people. His heart is huge. He is smart, funny,
interesting, truly another gift of travel, living, and well, Andres. GRACIAS!!!

I will write about the return to Lima here...Cusco was in between and it needs its own entry.

I returned to Lima with my dad. He fell in love with Cusco, and the idea of being in a big city was less exciting, but Lima is interesting so it was worth it. I think. He may write later and he can give you his opintion. We spent our days being tourists and, well, eating. For me much of the experience was seeing my dad´s shocked face everytime I spoke about food. Like my mother in Thailand my dad spend most of his trip wondering how I could eat so much, why I talked so much about food, and well, where it all goes. So...

THE COOLEST THING ABOUT LIMA Part Deux was RAFAELLOs. Suggested by Thierry who came to dinner with us and Pepe, and Pepe´s partner Carlos Rafaello. Rafaellos proved to be some of the yummiest food I have eaten in Latin America. The service was outstanding, food quality tops, and wines very, very, very good. Although we should have had the first bottle again, instead of switching to the Merlot. Perhaps my favorite thing in the world to do is eat, drink wine and be with friends and family. I loved being able to exchange in English and Spanish, watching my dad enjoy himself with my new friends and eating great food. Note here, we started eating at 11pm, a time that seemed normal to all but my dad. Nonetheless, he was a champ drinking up the wine and eating a feast.

I ended my time in Lima by going dancing until 7am. Pretty dandy.

What it feels like for a girl...in Sud America

South America has been hard for me. Because South America has been amazing. I cannot explain in words, in any language, what it feels like to be in the energy that is Latin America.

An attempt...my heart skips as I find more and more the missing pieces of 20 years in the States. The passion for life in this part of the world is excilirating. And it is not because there are people going around saying...I went to yoga, I found myself, I meditated, I whatever, and now I love life, and I live it hard. It is a passion by people who are screwed up just like everyone else, who smoke, drink and eat fatty foods derived from animals that were killed inhumanily (is there humanity in killing anything?). It is a passion for walking down the street hard, laughing really loud, and talking really fast, and listening to loud music. I love it. It´s like the whole world is finally at a speed and volume I understand. It is home.

Saying this is of course difficult because, well, you are all not here. It´s amazing to have lived in the States for the last 20 years and have built a life so full of joy and friends and love. And it is wild to bhere where I know three people - Romina, Pancha y Pepa - and yet feel so connected to everyone else, so at home. It´s weird and wonderful and complex. If I could only move you all here for a while...a couple of years or so.

I love the coffee here. I love the meat, and there is a lot of it. I LOVE THE WINE. My goal has been to taste two wines per day, and make sure it is not 2 bottles per day. So far I am doing well. I have a list of good wines which I will impart with you as soon as I am done with the research.

I know I am on vacation, not working, etc, etc, etc...but the energy I am talking about is beyond profession. It is a core energy, a feeling of arrival. It´s a sweet everything.

So, my heart wonders, my mind races, and my blood burns as I reflect on all of my life, the things that matter, the feeling of alignment, my love for my friends, family and Drew and all that moves my core in this land that it still America, but farther down. As Drew so beautifully suggested, I will continue to let the energies pulse through, be in my travels, be the bird that I see myself being. And more and more I feel like that damn song I hate (Nelly Furtado´s Swan Song - Like a Bird) and that right now "I don´t know where my soul is, and I don´t know where my home is."

"People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people." V.

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