Life. People. Journey.
Some virtues of my life. Places that I traveled though, feelings that I lived through, people that I met and colors that I saw.
I’m in the anti-drugs control department at Quito airport police station. They talk to me politely so far. They didn’t even take my laptop and I can use wi-fi :). There are couple more black people with me here. The blacks are kinda wild and they call everybody “mother fuckers” :) Guaria searches all my belongings, makes x-ray checks and other stuff… they check my stomach for cocaine capsules inside :) They took several black people and I’m the only one white here. Probably, I look like true partisan from the rainforest :). |