I want to do something splendid… something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead. I don’t know what, but I’m on the watch for it and mean to astonish you all someday.”
xv of september of two-thousand seventeen
They call me dreamer.
I am a new Journalist in the field. Originally from Barcelona (currently Spain but Catalonia in heart), I am living in Amman (Jordan) following my dreams. I keep them all in notebooks and when I get lost, I look for them in books. Such as the one from Louisa May Alcott. With literature, women and coffee, we can start a new world. A better one. Meanwhile, I’ll write everything I see, everything I feel and tell you all about it. So we both can learn from this culture hand by hand.
Please, read. Not me, anything. Read, my fellow humans. You will discover heaven on earth.
xix of september of two-thousand nineteen
I am still a dreamer.
Now my dreams have crossed the ocean. I kind of randomly ended up in Sacramento, California. My sixteen-year-old self would be so proud of me. You might think life here is not that different from the one I had in Barcelona but oh, the contrasts, the nuances of this wide country! So once again, I’ll write to you whoever is there.
Because again… with literature, women and coffee, we can start a new world. A better one.