Need punctuation 
I'm dying for a cigarette. I do not smoke from the summer break. It 'stupid on again, the gesture does not already belong to me anymore. Smoking has the power to fill the gaps, to fill the expected full of hope. The last cigarette I smoked, I burned out on the balcony at night to return to Fuerteventura with aged brandy. If I close my eyes I still feel the taste, the nostalgia I felt knowing that was the last. Those who have never smoked will never understand what it means to intentionally turn off the last cigarette. E 'self-inflicted punishment unheard of to think that the drink will not make sense, that Christmas dinner does not digest anything, that goodbyes always end up without the longed-for end. Living without punctuation is difficult, especially when you need breaks, and all moments for you.
I'm not used to sit still in one place. Maybe that's why recently I'm uncomfortable. It is one thing, or just stop when you left you're back. It is one thing and just stop. I can not wait to re-try the case and that thread of nostalgia that takes you back home peacefully. The next stop is Tokyo. And Kyoto, with a traveling companion who does not I know well (we did together another press trip to the Oktoberfest) but that gives me confidence and sympathy. I leave with a new friend: the Canon EOS 500D. To capture the turning leaves in Nara and Kyoto. We are sustained by a Japanese girl. So we will have the chance to understand a little 'more. The last time Japan just have not understood. This time I'll move from the capital: I will be able to taste a little bit more. After Japan, the feasts, Rome and then travel to Tunis with his family. Yes, traveling ... 
