Chasing Our Dreams [f.a]

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~ AGE 33 ~

OVIEDO, SPAIN

''Su nombre, senorita?'' an old man at the train station asked me.

''London'' I simply replied.

''No, no, senorita. Su - your -  name? Como se dice... Ingles, Dios mio...'' the man was struggling.

''Mi nombre es London, senor. Yo vivo aqui.'' I explained.

''Disculpe me, senorita London. Donde viajar?'' he looked a bit ashamed. I didn't blame him, he wasn't the first not to understand how in the world my name could be London. I was one of the confused, too.

''A Barcelona.''  

I could've got on a plane. It's hours train ride, and I didn't even needed to be in Barcelona. But I loved train rides, I just loved the feeling. The most memorable moments I had were train related. I would sit a train, maybe even transfer more than once, but I knew they will get me to him. He was everything I had, and everything I ever wanted. He was my best friend. My person.

Lately, I was just travelling here and there. Getting on a train and hoping that on the last station I will see his smiling face waiting for me. Every time, I was just coming back home, alone.

''Senorita, su apellido?''

''Yo soy London. London Alonso Diaz.''

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