A veil reveals thoughts on my face. My own inner limitations.
Where was I? My place is not defined by my body? Russian doll? In a place … An apartment, a street, a city, a country. How far?
Where was I at that moment? I arrived in a city without knowing anybody, with a suitcase and my dog.
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