La luna está en Duala

Imagine that you live in a country that does not allow you to carry out the necessary studies to develop as an individual. Imagine that you don't have a bigger dream than that, precisely. Try to imagine now that, at the age of fifteen, with the cold and alert mind of the adult you project to be and your heart loaded with the secrets and illusions of the child you still are, you run away from home with no other purpose than to achieve a purpose that begins to cut short and become violent and dehumanizing from the first stop on the road. This story, as real as injustice is in the world we live in, is mine.