“I used to be the kind of person who really loved traveling”, he said to himself. “Almost… from the age of 18, every summer I would travel around, solo, with my huge backpack. I went to all places and meet all kinds of people. Some of them became friends, while some were more like a nightmare. I was obsessed with this feeling: never knowing what will happen tomorrow, never knowing what kind of person I’m gonna be.
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