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I was born and raised in Mexico, in a small town in the outskirts of Guadalajara, Colonia Jalisco, it’s called. I currently reside in the States. I travel often. I have been to just about every country and some less popular cities but nevertheless amazing and thirsty to be discovered. I can’t tell you which place I liked most. I feel bad to say that I can’t recall all the places I have visited. I will have to look into my history and hope it’s still there. From all the cities that I have visited; I have not met one single person. I see them all around, but never their face. I can’r talk to them, even if I’d like to. However, I don’t believe in creating new friendships because friendships just as any relationship must be nourished and well --I don’t have time for that. I still have many places to visit. I don’t have time to engage in any conversations since I will have to leave again and travel to a new place: a new adventure. I noticed how people walk by, tourists, residents of the areas and then me. Cars, bicycles and motorcycles driving by, they all passed by me, not a simple hello, not a simple smile. It feels as if they could see that I was there or perhaps, denied themselves to see me. Maybe I am too “foreign” (I thought) but it would be nice to make some friends. I want to go back to some countries, like Italy. Via della Pace caught my eye, and my heart. The little town in XX Settembre also in the city of Campania. That place captivated my heart, in a way it reminded me of my old little town which I haven't seen in a very long time, but it still exist. I know my town misses me as much as I miss it. I shall pass by the streets where I grew up again. Everything looks so different, I don’t remember it being so small and outdated. I remember when I was 11 years old; the streets appeared to be endlessly wide, today they look small. They also look foreign to be quite frank. It seems that only two cars can go by one on each direction. The door of the house I grew up in, was high enough for a giant to walk through, today it looks like it needs to be replaced for a bigger one. The memories of a child (sighing) always so perfect, always so cruel. It is sad to realize that I have grown so much, I tend to remember everything from the height I used to see things. I wonder how I will remember Italy in two or three years from now.
carmen cadena
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