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It has been time to move, to think and to develop. Now, looking at a new horizon, I feel as if I have never seen the world. New doors open to me, some doors are left shut. My memory trembles at the new sounds, textures, smells and colors of this new place. I have been so attached to my land, to my world, to my memory. It is time I opened, it is time to live.

I want to thank everybody back home for becoming part of my collective memory.
I will always think of you.
















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