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What am I, but a bundle of dreams? Everything flows, and nothing abides; everything gives way and nothing stays fixed. Change is inevitable, and I wish it was more desirable. I know I want something more, though I don't know what it is. I know that change will help me, maybe I should accept that, flow, like a river, melting my existence with other drops, going down the mountains, until the sea finds me. Until the waves return me to the shore.

I’ve been in Barcelona today.

The bus schedules to the town are not very convenient for me, but I guess that there aren’t lots of people wishing to travel to the town. I’ve spent most of the time wandering the streets and looking books. I was looking for some science book, but in the Sciences section there were mostly books about alternative diets and titles as “The big lies of science”. I ran away from the section when I saw a book with an unmentionable title written by some folk that just wanted to make money selling his opinions, on science. That man was “unveiling the lies and myths of Physics”. Dear.
After passing through the big charge of fiction books and novels I found what I was looking for. The Self-Help section. It was in front of the Business section. I perused some books from both sections, and they were surprisingly related. I saw The Art of War, but it was on hard cover, and Amazon has it cheaper on paperback.

I also took with me 1984, by George Orwell. My sister lend me the book about a month ago. She found it in a thrift store for 50 cents. An almost-perfectly conserved Catalan edition.

Positive things. I am calmed, the day has been good. I am in peace with me and the universe and eventually the noise of the city is giving way to the sound of the birds. Here in home.

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