It is said that in every great journey, one that makes the heart wonder and grin, the hero must always come from a humble origin. And as such it is that he must depart his simple homeland and his sober father and unruly friends -and even his wife and kids, although that's a bit harsh I think...-, to take glory in deeds that make the fair ladies swoon and the courageous envy.
Such a story I wish to tell, from a boy that a man he came to be, that far from his northern town and northern ways he came to part, to find in yonder lands amazing sights for us to behold. And "No-Te-Mames" they came to say, for such sights were delightfully bold, and as boldly delightful as they once were through the eyes of the unsuspecting boy.
This of course is no simple task, I believe, with much to be said and much to crop out. None the less I hope, curious reader, that you will find in these stories a reason to, like the boy in this poor Bildungsroman, fly moderately high over small and shallow seas. May risk-assessed adventure be with you!
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OMG! What should have been a sober traveler's account in a journal like fashion, with some irrelevant sentimentalist tidbits here and there, has turned out to be a depravity of the genre, fueled by the author's perception of his own worth and love of the fiction of dostoevsky, vonnegut, borges and others much more occult.
We shall hope to hear great things from you my friend! Try not to soil your noble Mexican upbringing and bring honor to it abroad! Salud!
Danke, ich hoffe dass du auf diese Geschichte freuest dich auf.
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