LensCulture Editor Review

In memory of my father Some time ago I felt ready to start this journey. I would have never needed means of transportation, all I wanted was to start moving on, although I did not know the distance to walk nor the destination to reach. I had no tickets in my hands, nothing else but many memories and emotions of the years already gone. Every step of the journey has reminded me of the past, every single step has forced me to dip into past moments, all dressed with bittersweet emotions. Some stops have been very painful and increased the regret of what can and cannot be, since there is not a way to fight our destiny. I felt touched by seeing the child who I used to be, I have sat in a car while looking at the raindrops scattered on the window glass. I have traveled back through time until the last stop, the one occurred in 1996, when a man passed away and the child had to become a man. And I felt I was into a dream, the torpidity is also a dream, perhaps we are sleeping and dreaming and this could last forever… One day the time for my last stop will come and I will inevitably get off. I will start another journey and try to be what you have taught me. Our journey is endless, since when I will stop dreaming of you then you will dream of me, and we will stay together forever as we have done so far…