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13 de enero de 2015

Lost in cyclist

One upon a time was a girl in the country of Neverland. She was 22 years old, with two degrees which she couldn't use to find a job even with her beautiful smile.

As her country would not give any opportunity she decided to move to another country. One composes with many cultures, one which was growing, not like her, every day with a situation more and more dramatic. Where she knew someone was living in. One that gives her each day something different to learn.

The time was passing and she felt she was wasting her time... Even if it was scared, a huge step, possibly a big experience, if she wouldn't do it anybody would do it for her. So that, she bought a ticket to Politeland. She landed with a bag, a luggage and a big box with a bike inside. If I didn't say it before she was madness about ciclyst.