I grew up in a family with a furious curiosity to learn about this world and I took a chance on it. Somehow, without them to want it for my own safety, they gave me all the secret tools to become a genuine explorer. At the age of 30, almost two years ago, I have already travelled around 60 countries and lived in Argentina, Spain, Austria, Italy, England and China (apart of months in Tibet, Denmark, Turkey and Hungary) (Family tree and hospitality).

I started slowly and unconsciously by asking questions. I searched in Social Science, Philosophy and even Astronomy for the answers. I listened carefully to Gigi, my grandmother, all the family stories to understand my personal background but also my country. I tried to find a meaning. I tried to understand the world starting to explore about why we are here, who we are, what is this earth, what is life? To end with an eager feeling of comprehension and observation. But I needed more. I needed to contrast all realities, cultures and religions to finally get the whole and absolutely great experience of life: to feel all the places in one world and the world in all the places. This was my inner ambition and this is still my spirit. An Argentinian writer, Jorge Luis Borges, based his surreal stories and got his unique and controversial style from one concept of existence of Schopenhauer, the same one who works as an impulse in my life: The world is a great book and we are here to read it. We are, at the same time, the Readers of an Universe of Signs and One More and Infinite Sign in the Universe.  

I left Buenos Aires to Europe in 2001 to do a doctorate in Philosophy in Madrid as my father after graduation's gift. He helped me for the first year of studies willing to see me again. At the end of year 2002 was too late for him to convince me to come back. He did not realise that wasn't his financial support which helped me but the strict formation I have received since my childhood. I could be happy with little help and I could explore this world with a small researcher's grant and a developed flexibility to do all types of temporary jobs.

I have a susceptible heart but at the same time a very strong spirit. And I am the same person, the same girl with the same spirit. My mind is full with more images and stories to tell but my heart and my soul are the same, doing humble steps over states of happiness and sorrow; steps over places with Angels and Demons, with poetry and vulgarity.

For a solo traveler who would like to tell her or his experiences. Don't hesitate to do it & always remember:

Marco Polo died in 1324, age 70. Some of his stories seemed so incredible that many people thought he must have made them up. As Marco lay dying, the priest went over him and asked him if he would like to take back at least some of the most fantastic stories that were recorded in his book, so as to clear his conscience with God before he died. Marco is supposed to have said quietly, "I never told that half of what I saw".

"We live together, we act on, react to, one another; but always and in all circunstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every enbodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incomunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes". ("The Doors of Perception Heaven and Hell".Aldous Huxley, Great Britain, 1954)

extras:

Family tree and hospitality

 Life as it is (essay)

London  against poets

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