In the footsteps of a true explorer
Brake, I turn around and see that your bike is on the ground. No movement. It rises. It beckons me. Scares me to see, tail and sped back. I shouted his name if I can hear. By Miguel Silvestre.
Texts on travel and international politics around the globe
Programa Kit Digital co-financed by funds Next Generation (EU) of the economic recovery mechanism
