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Emptiness dominated my feelings after another fishless night. Somehow I couldn’t sense the meaning of this trip. Too many rare things had happened in my relationship. Doubts were accumulating and my mind was totally confused. We had always been doing these trips together, it was so different now on my own with Chico. Plus living […]

It’s three weeks that I left the (actually not so) sunny South and returned to Middle Europe. It feels like ages though. And I really miss freedom and solitude of the Extremadura. Once more the 5000 ha had swallowed me completely. I really love this area and although it is the most famous lake in […]