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I was in the middle of everything, I had a house, family, friends, I was studying, I had the life I was supposed to have at 19. For some reason I was always going different places. ‘’yeah, I´ll be back at 10 mom’’ but things happened and I got the feeling I was not in time, I was supposed to go south and I went the other way, here came the feeling in the arch of my left toe, like a scratch and I started going where this feeling feels better (or worst, because once you don’t know where you’re going but now exactly where to go, you get used to and want a second bite to fill the void) I ended up in a party, just three friend and a bit of scotch, masking tape I will used to joint that night time to a little bit more. Next morning, now in my house, I drunk a little bit of hope and said ‘’ okay, now its time I wanna fly’’ I put on my wings, courage and steel, and when I opened my eyes I was in the beach of the unknow. The mountain was crossed, barriers were off, from the plane everything looked so small but we where the same size of the clouds, I never felt alone even tho I was the only passenger on my row, four seats, three empties and myself on the phone. Suddenly someone talked to me just to ask the hour or something and we start talking about our differences, he was returning I was going, not even the same starting point but we shared the moment till we don’t see each other anymore. Once I arrived to what I would call home, the adventured was there and the taste of the unknow, a lot of smiles and bad faces too, I knew I was trying so the future will now exactly where to put me and pick me. Two weeks passed by and I found a job, I work with food, next to ‘’camioneros ruteros’’ they all had different stories to tell every Tuesday, and we shared things while lunch time. I found different voices from different places. Not much time went by when I started delivering food. ‘’Now I have a bike!’’ I thought ‘’this time the big city of Buenos Aires is just the size of my pedals’’ so I started pedaling, if I was tired I seat under a tree, feeling the breeze or the sun or whatever that journey had for me. I met Francisco, in Puerto Madero and we talked about home, going different places, finding new routes, I painted him the beach I belong he find it pure and loved the feeling of the sun over the stones, but we were cold, it was july so we said good bye and ''let´s have some mate another time'' When I arrived home, I put ''la pava´´ and have the mate on my own, the cat next door seat on my legs we smiled eachother last time, he also knew i was starving to go back, chile was wating, this time fighting for a better life, Chile had grow up, more stronger and so did I. the fight will continue untill for a better life we dont NEED to fight.