Today, September 22th of 1939, I was waiting for the wind that not so far, is waiting the perfect moment to let me down. So, I am going to write my experiences that made the person who I am today, to the person who someday want to remember me. Sadly, I can’t write all of my life, because I know that one day, fastly or longer, they going to find me, and until that day, my memories going to hit me the conscience, until the day that someone get me free…
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