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    Why do birds…

    Chapter 2

    I was really having a hard time with myself.

    This last year had not been easy for me. But in the movie industry “show must go on”… and you´ve got to hide your personal emotions and everything that comes along with them… well when you are a successful executive like me that is.

    And the funny thing is that we actually were not happy. This space made of silence and distance had grown exponetially between us until the point of no return… and yet I often find myself remembering those few precious moments of true happiness that we shared together a long, long time ago.

    Everyone told me that he was not the right kind of guy for me…

    “What the hell do you have in common?” was the question that repeated itself among my friends constantly… the only ones that seemed happy of seeing us together were my family.

    Yeah, my family….

    What can I say about them… sometimes I wonder if I was adopted or something of the sort… because I am not like them… at all. It´s not that I don´t love them, because they are not bad people… but they are the most closed minded people I know, and believe me I know a lot of people…

    Or maybe I just tried to distance myself and my life and my believes from theirs so hard, that obviously I surrounded myself with everything they are not. I don´t know if it is true that thing people like to say that either you grow up to be like your parents or the most different version of them.

    But I can assure that I am a very different version of them.

    And not having them around like I would like to sometimes hurt, specially during this last year. Not that they didn´t try to reach to me. But it was me who avoided them on purpose because if there´s something I enjoy is being independent. Having my own space and privacy, my own timing to do things.

    But with them there´s no middle point…. ever. Even in the smallest of things like family dinner…. either you have to show up every fucking sunday to have dinner all together or you are not welcomed anymore.

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