I still remember those days. Back in those parties, standing for hours behind the DJ mixer, trying to fake a smile and appear comfortable, when on the inside I couldn't stand it anymore. But at long last I finally got the courage to quit and return to my hometown, Santa Lucía. I look out the window at the town where I was born, the ocean looking as blue as I remembered. I was finally back home. The train arrives at the station and I gather my things, just wanting to get to my old yellow house and start my new life as a radio host, maybe get a job at Don García's music store. Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted as I bump into someone.

Ah, I'm sorry... I didn't see you there. Date: Jun 5th