With just one week on earth Boi had to travel hundreds of kilometres in a very rough road. It was a rain seasons, few days before Christmas of 1989. His mother had to take the burden of carrying him and make sure that he survives to see another day. According to his mother the journey was tiresome but the baby did not cry at all, he had a happy mood all the way. At that time the baby had no name and he was supposed to be named two weeks after his birth on Christmas day, Monday 1989.
Every time i reflect on the story of Boi whose first Christmas was on the road, i get a feeling that he was born an adventurer. From the first days of his life travelling has been a part of his passion. He knew that travelling was not bad and embraced travelling throughout his life. He did not cry during the tiresome journey because he knew his destiny is on the roads. Even after passing through the life expectancy of children in his country, on his birthday, he told his mother that he wanted to be a driver; not a doctor or a priest as his mother wished.
Days have gone and Boi is now a grown up person who has ended pursuing a career in diplomacy, believing that one he will be an ambassador and travel far away from his motherland. Last week, Boi went to the slopes, a place similar to the place he went on his first journey. This was a unique journey for him, Boi had never gone to the slopes without a reason despite his frequent visits. The slopes meant funeral, the slopes meant ancestors, the slopes meant baptism but this time it was different; the slopes meant learning.
The experience on the slopes was different. It was his first time there but he still felt at home. The two peaks Boi always see in his slopes visit were not there, neither the family cemetery nor his grandpas. It was a moment of learning, talking with strangers, gathering information.
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