My Home Is the Road

A few months have passed since I returned from Mexico to my native lands. Much has been rethought since then, and now the six months spent in Mexico are perceived by me from a somewhat different angle. More detached? More distant — that would be more accurate.

I've been to places where an ordinary tourist in their right mind would hardly go. All sorts of things happened to me — both pleasant, interesting, and magical, as well as dangerous, frightening, and hopeless.

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