Friend 2: What, you don’t like pornhub anymore? Better than those weird 4chan torrents. Bruno: I don’t care about 4chan, why are we even talking about that? Friend 2: Why not? Bruno: That’s not real life, you should get out there and meet some people. Friend 2: No, you should get out and meet more people. Bruno: I know enough people already. Friend 2: No one you can really trust. Bruno: They are still people.…"Whatever 3"
Friend 2: Seriously, you are 27 already! You should have achieved some stuff in life, you should know where you are, what you do and what you want to do in the future, you are not 18 anymore. Bruno: And you are also 27! You should have achieved a state of mind in the one you don’t care about achieving anything anymore. In the one, you are free from your own fears and insecurities. Including…"Whatever 2"
Bruno: Let’s go on a trip! Friend 2: What, again? A trip of the mind? Bruno: No, no, this time is for real, let’s go somewhere else, somewhere far away. Friend 2: Like where? Bruno: Anywhere, doesn’t matter, I feel a bit stuck and it’s time to move forward. Friend 2: But, I have to work. Bruno: You’ll find a new job later. Friend 2: Later when? Bruno: Later at…"Whatever"
Bruno: I’m going on a trip, would you like to come with me? You: Where are you going? Bruno: It’s a trip to a new place, somewhere only I know. But I could show it to you. You: But I don’t have money, and I need to work. Bruno: You don’t need money, not much time either, only a few hours. You: What kind of trip? Bruno: It’s a trip of self-discovery, a trip of…"Gone traveling"
In this post, Bruno recalls a dialogue that may or may have not taken place at Incheon Airport in Seoul somewhere around 2.45am. Bruno: So, what’s up with that security guard? Old weedy guy: Which security guard? Bruno: Oh, come on! you live at the airport too, right? Old weedy guy: No way, what makes you think that? Bruno: I saw you washing your underwear on the toilet sink this morning. Old weedy guy: That…"Living like a boss (At Incheon airport)"
Friend 1: Don’t you ever miss home? Bruno: I don’t know, define home. Friend 1: Well, the place you grew up, or where your parents are. Bruno: But the place I grew up or where my parents are never really felt like home, so why should I call it home? Friend 1: Well, because that’s what most people call home. Bruno: But that would be living in the past, and I have the theory that the…"A place to call home"
You: Hey Bruno, how are you? How is Korea? Me: Hey! Yeah, not bad. korea’s awesome! You: so… what’s up with this, you decided to write a blog? How come? Me: well, It often happens that I meet someone new and after we talk for a while, they ask me if I have a blog or I write about travels or about me, a diary or something, and usually my answer would go something like:…"Intro"