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14, January, 2011

Hello, dear Susy…

I’m again on this place, this half-made installation. I hate being here. My dad brought me from America. I liked that place. Here we don’t have the monuments and open spaces I liked so much in Washington DC. It’s only walls and woods. And Umbral is a very plain town. Don’t like it. But Dad said I will have to study in that school, the one in the town, so I think it is a good idea to train my Spanish…

I don’t know anyone there…

My parents can’t stop from travelling across the world. I don’t have friends because of them, I’m always alone… And they… They treat me as if I was one of their experiments… I can’t take this anymore.

I’m sorry, Susy, you don’t need to have all of this in you. Sadly, my biggest friend is a book…

Maybe tomorrow something good will happen for a change. Maybe…