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In the middle of the social crisis in Santiago, I leave the love of my life in the airport, he’s the one who is back to his hometown, I’ll stay in the apartment where we fantasize and travel in our dreams to other galaxies. I decided to travel too. I will not be alone remembering his hands touching my tommy with the soft afternoon breeze. I took the bus to Tomé, my little town, that town that forces me to remember all the reasons I gave myself to go first. In that bus, I found myself crying, missing him, laughing of the memories, thinking about that time when we were jumping with the protesters in Plaza Dignidad and against the government and the president, and against all who stood in our dreams. In the window, scenes of my life are drawn between the speed with which I look at the landscape, the trees are no longer so tall, the animals are no longer running strong, the sky is not so blue and my smile stayed in Santiago, at the airport, and he is on his way to Buenos Aires, on another trip, one that I didn't want to take.