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Coming from a small town in the interior of São Paulo, Brazil, where many people still live their lives in their own time, avoiding the world, avoiding the big cities, avoiding the unknown, I always knew on the inside of me that this was not my place. I always had the desire to explore what was different from where I came from and who I am. I always had the desire to travel the world, to talk to people, to know different cultures, to see beautiful landscapes and, mainly, to hear a thousands of stories. After all, history moves my life, since I am a historian. A researcher of pirates, corsairs and explorers of the seas in the XVI century, I am passionate with the idea of freedom that these men brought with them when they throw themselves into the unknown just to search for something greater in their lives. It was because of this feeling that I longed more and more each day for my turn to be like them. That day came on June 6, 2019. As plans come and go with the wind, the initial idea was always to visit the Caribbean, a place visited and described by those I study, know the places I read about, and see the marks left by those pirates and privateers, but destiny wanted me somewhere else, and that's how I ended up in Dublin, Ireland. With just a simple advertisement on a social network and a smaller amount of money that could be spent and then I start to plan, in a few months, what would be the biggest and best experience of my life until now. As someone who had never left their own country, but have always wanted to, there was a lot of fear in me, but a lot of hope and excitement as well. I was afraid of everything that could go wrong, not being able to adapt to the place, not being able to communicate well, not being able to make friends and not working out. However, the hope and yearning for it was even bigger, as if it would fill me day after day from March until June 2019, up to the point I found myself complete for that journey. I had never researched anything about that place and had never been interested in it, so it was a complete leap into the unknown and it was the best leap I could have made in my life. My first glimpses at that place were teary-eyed filled with happiness and pride of myself for having gotten there. Every building, every monument, every street, every church was something to admired, everything breath history in that place. In just one day, I felt happy as I had never felt before, I felt at home, felt welcome, I felt with an even greater desire to explore new places around the world where I could feel like this again. I talked to people all over the world right there in that small country. I talked with irish people. I made friends for life. Moreover, I found the love of my life. I crossed the country by bus. I went to other countries by bus and plane. It seemed the world was right there in front of me and I was able to pick it up and feel it in my hands. However, unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, not even what is good. That month passed quickly and soon I had to come back to Brazil. I went back to my quiet country life, which I like, but it is just not enough for me anymore, on the same way I arrived in Ireland: with teary eyes. It felt like part of me had stayed there, part of my joy and my happiness, waiting for me to come back someday, waiting for me to live new adventures. Traveling into the unknown on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean was all I needed to be sure within me that the unknown calls me on the same way that I call for it. Furthermore, I hope that our paths will cross again in this journey called life.