... AND MISSING MEMORIES.

• Waking up in an unknown bed in another country close to the person you love and feel ALIVE.
• Opening my old window in Washington Street and look at the people passing by while covered with a blanket.
• The long walks with my dad by my side when everything you could hear was silence.
• The long Summers in Laredo.
• The days in the Catholic school when I have "something to believe in" which gave sense to my whole existence.
• Smoking in my dad's company after a hard day.
• And the most important: missing my family as a bunch of FOUR people.