For a long time I stayed home, biding my time without taking any action. Then I lost what I loved so dearly. I realise that it was the right time to travel. On a cloudy Saturday in October I left for California. The plan was to stay there for ten days and then return home. But I stayed until the beginning of December.
This is a type of journey that was both inside and outside. Of course I failed but what was there to win? My freedom and a new life.
The fire in Paradise raged wildly and in San Francisco you could smell and taste the smoke. The colours changed, they got stronger, deeper.