One year and five months without writing anything. And now everything is in English.

My life has changed. Again. It has gone to another country. (Almost) the furthest I could have gone. To start again. One more time.

And after one year I needed to go back. I needed to look for myself. I had lost who I was. Who I used to be. But only a bit. But enough to realize I was not me. And when you realized that you need to go back. Go back to the last checkpoint. Like in a video game when you load a saved game. Luckily I could do that. Everything was more or less as it was when I left. And I found pieces of myself in between all that. Pieces that I have taken with me this time. I think I am going to need them. Because I am not me without those pieces.

The second round has already started. And this time I have to win the game. I am going to win the game.