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To live in a place...

Where there is a mosque in the corner, next to a church, surrounded by Chinese and Hindi people, where you are considered white and a foreigner yet respected and kindly helped every step of the way (though many have pointed out that I am, in fact, brown) and everyone gets along. I play football every Sunday to the sounds of chants from a nearby mosque while the Latin American people that make the teams call them "las barras bravas" however, I am sure we would all miss those chants if they were taken away. All of this makes you wonder what can possibly be so wrong with my Country (Venezuela) where we all share the same racial and religious background, where, as far as I can remember, no such divides existed.

What virus got to us? what anomaly is to blame?; needless to say if you are from Venezuela this is a very dumb question, however, it is time for those who are not from Venezuela to stop idolizing or just rooting for our virus/anomaly just because he can put up a show!!! (yes, calling someone the devil in front of millions of cameras is just that, a show, and everyone who laughed with it was really laughed AT in the end, did you know Venezuela's largest oil client is the US??? did you know that despite the supposed diplomatic conflicts trade relations are just as good as they have always been?).

This and many questions like it trouble my mind nowadays, I will try to be lighter in the future and keep the dire stuff for yimeilnews.blogspot.com for now all I can say is we should try to stop thinking about what divides us and start embracing diversity, in the end someone has to take that first step.

About Travel, and the Travel Mentality

I consider myself an expert in traveling; not that others are more or less experienced than me, but I'm experienced enough to get away with the following rambling.

let me tell you two stories:

The first one has to do about travel, long time ago I recall when I thought I had found what I've longed for a long time, and then she had to leave. On my side, I also had the chance to travel, discovering marvelous truths and lies behind giant indoor whales, and endless tight corridors with shelves of treasures covered with - not ordinary dust - but a magical dust that gave it an old, aged smell that still linger somewhere in my soul. I saw Lucy, discovered where the children of an entire city hid after classes and rode a 10-ton mecha with the movements of my hands.

Then I saw her again. She had learned to do her korean-style nails.

This time, both of us traveled, both of our bodies moved from their home to other places in space where new thing awaited us, but still she stayed where she had left, while I flew away to a new weird world I like to call home.

On the other side, the second story has to do with travel. This time someone else traveled - moved her body somewhere else - while I stood here dealing with my plays in the garden of the golden pentacles. This time around I had to deal with a lot of thing here, having to cope with lots of mishaps and cruelty, delusions and fears; having to grow up a lot and to realize that I couldn't get back to yesterday, and only forward is possible: I traveled without moving getting to understand the importance of finding our own true inner voice.

Something I yelled into the cyberspace.

From these yells I heard her back, as Fito says "algo de vos, llega hasta mí", and I found out - surprised- that she had the same experience, that she not only went away, but went inward and dealt with her demons. Something I personally find totally arousing in a woman, but to get back to the story I have to say that this time we both traveled, one without moving...

Fito continues playing in my head, "pero me escapé, hacia otra ciudad, y no sirvió de nada", as her gave me the strange gift of her absence, while moving and not-moving.

Finally, in my endless expertise on this theme I found the true undisputed and absolute meaning of traveling: letting go. Traveling is not about physical movement at all, traveling is not about first class or the destination; traveling begins when we put down that burden we carry in forms of laptops, cell phones, unforgettable love or those little thing that bind us, but we're unable to see; something we can do no matter where we are.

So for those who are away, embrace the opportunity and really travel, don't just move your body.

preparing for my leave from the garden of golden pentacles into the path of the fiery swords,

KX.- Proud Crane.

A New Era Begins...

As the yimeil goes worldwide, we begin a new era opening this blog for advanced cultural cross-fertilization of ideas and points of view.

May we not suck!,

KX.