If I Have To Fight Again, I Will.

Almost a year I am back, almost a year that I try to understand how is it possible to digest my solo expedition? Will I ever digest it?

I don’t have to.

One year I have the feeling to observe my life and to be emprisoned with a dark and deep nostalgia.

One year I try to be understood through my writings and to seek for help.

I got angry, a thousand times, and I got sad, a million.

It’s only recently that I realise one thing: life is good when we decide to be the hero again. The hero of our own story.

I want to be this one. Not for fame, not for you, not for glory. I don’t care about that. I want to be my own saver and to fight for my dreams, like I always did.

It’s okay to be lost but it’s not okay to keep on loosing sight of the road.

I will sit back on that driver seat, I will get my hand sweat from endless driving, I will fill my heart with Arabic rhythms and African magic.

This is my life. And it will never be different.