Daniela's thoughts
𝖠 𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇̃𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗒𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗃𝗈, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗒 𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝖾́, 𝗇𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗋, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗂́𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝗃𝖾𝖿𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗎́𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗒
𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗋-𝖯𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍?
𝖭𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝗂𝗈𝗌.
𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗂 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺-𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗈?
-𝖤𝗅 𝗊𝗎𝖾?
-𝖤𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈́𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺.𝖦𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈́ 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈́𝗇 𝗒 𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗈́ 𝗎𝗇 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋
-𝖬𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗂́ 𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺
-𝖣𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖺--
-𝖣𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖫𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗒 𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖺𝖽𝗈
-𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾
-𝖭𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗒
-𝖭𝗈, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖭𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝗂𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺, 𝗆𝗂 𝗉𝖺𝖽𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇̃𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽
-𝖧𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂́𝖺, 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌
𝖦𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈́ 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗈 𝗒 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗓𝗈́ 𝖺 𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂́, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖽𝖺.
𝖬𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾́ 𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝗒 𝖦𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗆𝖺-𝖣𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍
𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗓𝗈́ 𝖺 𝗂𝗋𝗌𝖾
𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗈́-𝖸--
𝖨𝖻𝖺 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈́ 𝗒 𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖾.
𝖰𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗂 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖺́?Julia's thoughts
𝖫𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗎𝖾́ 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗒 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌-𝖲𝖾𝗇̃𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖦𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗂𝖺!
-𝖲𝗂, 𝖲𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾?
-𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖽𝖺.𝖬𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖾́ 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗂́𝗋 𝗒 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝖾𝗅
-𝖣𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖺.
-𝖲𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗈́ 𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗈́𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝗒 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖽𝖺
-𝖯𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗃𝗈
-𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈́𝗑𝗂𝗆𝖺
-𝖳𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗋.𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗈́
-𝖩𝗎𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗈?
𝖬𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗂
-𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾
-𝖳𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖺, 𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖲𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗈́ 𝖺𝗌𝗂 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗂 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾, 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗂́ 𝗒 𝗏𝗂 𝗅𝗈 𝗏𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗒𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈