I think the most difficult moment of my journey was yesterday. Tito and me went to Casa de la Musica (the most pathetic club in Habana). There were many girls, plus I drank some rum… well, I won’t tell the rest of the story…

When I woke up in the morning alone at my house I felt like the loneliest person on the planet. I was worrying about the whole point of my travels… what I was looking for… did I actually need it… what if the thing I really needed was always with me, and what if I lost it forever…

I tried to sleep but I couldn’t. On and on I felt asleep and woke up. My consciousness was somewhere between a dream and reality. So I laid and listened the voices of early roosters. So during one of those dives I had a dream…

I was flying… I lived in a strange place with some other people. I realize that all my belongings were stolen and I decided to leave my place…
However, I met a girl whom I suspected in theft of my stuff… So I asked her about, and she said “yes”. She did that in order to see my reaction. Then she said “You have to learn how to swim before you learn how to fly. Since you can swim, I’ll teach you how to fly.” So she grabbed my hand, and we flew…

It’s raining here today… This is the first rain ever in my journey. The weather actually is similar to my mood. I spent the whole day at home watching Into the Wild... That’s a story about a guy who went to Alaska and found many things similar to me. Must see! I was invited to a dinner with the family I live with.

I feel sad but I don’t know the reason…