I’ve been in South Africa for five months. And that is the same amount of time I have left. But something strange is happening now: I find it really difficult to think about the life I used to have, and maybe that’s because I never lived it. I’ve changed so much since I came here, that a large part of me doesn’t remember how it was to live in Spain, because it never did. It wasn’t there yet. So I guess the person writing this right now is, at the most, five months old. That just fucked with my brain a little bit.