buscaros los veinto frescos

The Quest For Fresh Air
Chapter 1, Leaving Hobbiton

The day is early and the sky is dark. A whole world is left behind when one embarks to Central America, and a new one is discovered. Good and bad, ill and healthy, hale, whole and disconnected. Get on a plane, allow yourself to be swindled and utterly dismember your sense of self, self confidence etcetera, go to a place where you don´t speak the language and allow yourself to be opened, literally opened to a new way of life and a new way of thinking.

In short, discover the scrub forest, the heat, the rain, the bugs and the humanity behind our existence on this planet. The ludicrity, the hilarity, insanity and the niceties of being a human being, a transformer of our habitat, and one with enormous potential to effect positive change. Cast aside the idiocy of self limitation, of socially constructed metaphors for existence and allow yourself to see things as they are. Pierce the disgust and disconnectedness of our sheltered little existence and ramble on through, and if, you are lucky, or if your quest is true, you might just find what you are looking for.