And it's all so simple. All I had to do in order to find myself was stumbling into three months of solitude. Solitude without loneliness. Walking streets, writing on walls, into books, on hands. Changing the small room in the middle of strangers for a quiet get-away. Abandoning my mother tongue and instead talking and dreaming in the two languages I love most.
Looking back, it seems so simple. Isn't it obvious that in order to find ourselves we must be with ourselves and get to know ourselves. After all, it's just another case of establishing a friendship.