Fajozes

As I walked along kilometers of highly dangerous road today, (the worst so far), I mused at how Ironic it would be if today were the day for me to EXIT my life.
Gregor enters, I EXIT.
The traffic was so intense and there were so many trucks, that at some stage I stopped thinking, fixed my view on the road ahead and walked, trusting in my angel as trucks drove centimeters past my arm.

Fate obviously has something else in store for me, because I arrived safely at the "Mostiero de Vairao", an ancient pilgrims hostel in a monastery that is hundred of years old.Read more