The present day marks one year from the date that Pedro arrived at London. So much has changed since then and, contrary to our initial intentions, so few was written about the numerous chapters deserving to be chronicled. It was one of the best years of his still short life.
This remarks are written from Portugal less than a month and a week since our main character first returned to Portugal. The transformation might not be visible on the outside, but it is burning on the inside. Sadness, happiness, lack of belonging, happiness for seeing old friends. Family. Nothing and at the same time but so much developed while he was away. So much left to see and do. The need to go back. The fear of losing important moment while away. Still, confusion and other mixed feelings cannot extinguish the will to keep on travelling and discovering something new.
One thing is now clear. Once you live happily far from your place of birth and growing, you will never be completely at home again. Concomitantly, you will always carry pieces of your beloved places and people with you.
No one ever said that the logbook was limited to a single destination. London is more than that. As such, the adventure goes on as our hero is about to embark in a new journey in the hearth of Europe. The Logbook remains open.
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