February 2, 2017
02 Feb 2017

I miss you

Everyday something remind me your presence, everyday I feel you around. But I fucking miss you. 

Since you left something changed inside, not in a bad way, just in a different one. And I’m feeling alone because I have noone to share this or noone I believe could understand it. I know if I’m alone it’s because was my choice and I don’t regret it but I’m still missing you with all the tiny parts inside of me. I try to fill the emptiness you left behind but it’s one of the most difficult task I ever faced. 

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January 8, 2017
08 Jan 2017

Shelter from the Storm, life changing experience. 04.01.2017

Today I met a Nigerian old man who was working as an account around England for his entire life, now he barely can move but has the most amazing smile in the world at 6:00 am in the morning.. also there was a Portuguese woman who is living in Uk for 15 years and the government took off her twins 6 years old kids one year go when she went to ask for help and some benefits. After that, when se was visiting them she realized one of the kids were sexually assaulted in the foster home by the son of the lady responsible of the kids. So she complains to the police, who moved the kids to another foster home but did nothing else and the woman in that house still receiving more kids with her son at the house.

Se was crying while se was telling me this and I think being able to speak with someone in her own language was giving her some relief.

Another woman asked us to cut her mango with some joy I can not even describe it and when we did it she was insisting in sharing it with me, obviously I couldn’t refuse.

So even when they have nothing, they have the ability to share, smile and open their feelings while people with their life sorted they don’t even think about it.

I truly believe I was receiving, that night, more than I was giving. Next day I was feeling tired because in the overnight shift you cant sleep, I only rest for 2 hours around 4 am but for sure I will do it again.

This is NGO, doesn’t receive government founding or is attached to at organisation http://sfts.org.uk/

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December 24, 2016
24 Dec 2016

Journey Spain to London 24.12.16

Firstly, English is not my mother tongue so I should apologize in advance for any mistakes you will find here and I’m pretty sure there will be plenty of them. (Also any help/comments always will be very welcome)

Secondly I start this diary because many of my friends told me I should start to write all my trips. And they are right. So here you can find almost all my adventures from now:

Today I’m leaving Spain after one month and a half. My first stop was in Madrid when I was supposed to stay there just for couple of days but the city trapped me for more than one month. Even I started a job in the national TV (temporarily obviously)

Good to see my people again and challenging after coming back from Indonesia.

Asia was very challenging as well but in someway it changed something inside me, now I can not experience western cities in the same way. It’s hard to explain because is not like I feel I belong there, is more like I lost some connection here, like if I wouldn’t belong here anymore.

Spain always was challenging for me because I never felt it as my home, nothing to do with Galicia, which I always felt as the place that shaped me. But even feeling in that way I could feel the big arms of capitalism around in so many ways I would not have expected, also the frustration of people wanting more and more without realising about how lucky they are.

Really it was choking and not only because I was even more sensitive due the recent death of my beloved father, he wasn’t the biological father but he was the real one. Experiencing his death, while away, also gives you another sight.

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