On January 4th, he stepped on Granado's old motorcycle, real life, and the vast and primitive Latin America in front of him, did he feel the blood spurting?
Passing through the Pampas plain with fertile soil and lush vegetation, they arrived at the desolate patagonia known for its wind. The wind blew the tent away. In desperation, the two began to spend their nights in various places. Only then did they have direct contact with the locals. touch.
When there is no money, there is no medicine for asthma attacks, the motorcycle is almost scrapped and needs to be repaired by brushing the face in the newspaper, facing all kinds of practical difficulties, the ideal mermaid also has to grow real feet, is it painful? Maybe it was in this pain that Fuser found a sense of existence. Only the perceived part begins to exist.
The ship carried the two across the fairyland-like border, and in front of them was the psychedelic Chile. All the things that have been experienced before are automatically cached by the brain. Under the patronage of doctors, they went to the leprosy village. "Many times, I thought I was going to die, but I didn't survive. Did you see that boat?" After speaking, Fuser jumped into the Amazon River and swam to the other side. Granado hurriedly asked the people around him: When was the last time someone walked across? Answer: No one has ever swum to the other side.
Those definite, knowable things are the yardsticks by which we test our strength. Only those unknown and unclear matters are worth fearing.
Can you swim to the other side? No one knows, and if you don't travel, how will you know.
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