I spent the first week at my grandmother’s house in my village, reconnecting with the streets, mountains, family and friends. Leisure; strolling through the forest, fixing up a mountain bike, jogging, mowing my grandmother’s 8 hectares of lawn, biking from one grandmother’s house to the other. I didn’t talk to anyone my age until the weekend when I called Damian, an old childhood friend. Whenever we get together we paint the town red. Our three-day streak ended with me coming home at 8am, to my grandmother’s great disappointment, yelling and screaming. Theref
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