Not to sound masochistic, because I'm not. But while I'm in Manila disconnecting the four days of stress experienced, only, I put the tilde, I tell you that for me there is a new color name. It's the color I call as "gray earthquake." That was the color of 11 last March at a quarter to three pm in Tokyo. Between lead and ash. That color and the sound of creaking buildings are the things that I have been to myself and not go off either in this Manilan. Let's see if I miss writing here, hehe.
Otherwise, all I can do is say thank you for your loving messages, although it is true that, While in Tokyo, were a pressure like never felt before. Among all pushed me to leave Japan. I do not know if it was the best decision, but this is the one I took.
I leave you with a representation of the "gray earthquake", although this was not gray, it was different ...
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