Do you know how it is like? It is like walking over treackle. And yet, I know freedom; running under the trees in a bright icy morning, swimming in warm waters, the sun above, listening to old stories of love and war,
A Nightmare Not pretending to be a hero or a god, with no crown made out of thorns or flowers, a man wakes up and stares firmly at an image made out of glass and water. "Come with me to an eternity
A few years ago I travelled to Central America as an interpreter for a delegation of politicians. I was very excited about crossing the Atlantic and visiting this land for the first time. The flight was fine and the view of the chains of volcanoes, he lush green vegetation, the wave of tropical heat That greeted us as soon as we landed, everithing told me I was going to enjoy the trip immensly.