Human beings are not trees, we do not have to remain fixed in any place, these were the last words I heard from my friend Robert before he died.
Robert had dreamed of traveling across the country in a motor home, but he always put it off, there was something more important than traveling, and so his life went.
After the death of my friend, I decided to go on a trip to his motor home, I wanted to know what it felt like to wake up in a new landscape every day, to be a permanent tourist to appreciate what the locals no longer value because of the everyday life.
Today I am here under this starry sky admiring its immensity, asking my friend why you put yourself last, did not dare to live your dream, and were so afraid to live in freedom.
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