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  • When I look at my son I sometimes feel that I look straight at the mirror. We look very much alike.

    I look at the mirror and see through my son’s eyes inside my head when I was his age. I see crazy dreams of my youth. Burning desire to travel from deepest jungles to highest mountains. Self confidence tough as a boulder of granite and light as a feather in the same breath. All the roads open ahead, unknown cities and unknown loves and unknown sorrows calling for me to dive into, head on, and me pawing the ground and chewing my tether, anxiously waiting to get to start a neverending journey. Let me loose! Life, I’m coming.

    To have a son is to get a chance to live your childhood and youth a second time. And to explore your own adult roads and roadsides at the same time.

    I live a double life. Day and night. Without being an agent or cheating my wife.
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