If I had a year out and could spend it somewhere studying, I’d be in a great trouble…
Because dreams are constantly changing, appearing and disappearing, and we never really know which one to go for.
I sometimes feel like studying Anthropology in an old English university, like Cambridge or Oxford. Wearing a tie once again and riding a vintage bicycle to college.
But in other occasions I would rather get to a very modern university in the States, and be another European searching for the brand new world.
Or studying can also mean travelling to Maori land and learn their way of live and how to survive in nature.
The basics is that we really get interested in learning, as that’s what makes us human, no matter what, no matter how, no matter where.