This is Maria Paz, she’s beautiful and she’s smart. She’s older. I knew her years ago when she was four. She didn’t talk to anyone, not even to her relatives (other than her parents and brother). But she talked to me, and we drew together all sorts of things: animals, people, places… And one day, while we were drawing, I decided that I could tell Maria Paz something that I don’t tell many people: that when I was a kid, I was just like her and talked to three people only: my mom, my dad and my grandma. That I didn’t even say “thanks” to people who were nice to me because I didn’t dare and that my mom mortified me telling me I was impolite. Maria Paz stopped drawing and was looking at me. And then I said “but one day I changed…” She gasped and her eyes opened wide. You could almost feel that if there had been complete silence you could have heard her heart pounding. She asked “how did you do it?” And, the moment I simply said “one day I just started and then it came naturally” I could see in her eyes what you can see in this picture: how hard life can be until that moment comes.

This is Maria Paz, she’s beautiful and she’s smart. She’s older. I knew her years ago when she was four. She didn’t talk to anyone, not even to her relatives (other than her parents and brother). But she talked to me, and we drew together all sorts of things: animals, people, places… And one day, while we were drawing, I decided that I could tell Maria Paz something that I don’t tell many people: that when I was a kid, I was just like her and talked to three people only: my mom, my dad and my grandma. That I didn’t even say “thanks” to people who were nice to me because I didn’t dare and that my mom mortified me telling me I was impolite. Maria Paz stopped drawing and was looking at me. And then I said “but one day I changed…” She gasped and her eyes opened wide. You could almost feel that if there had been complete silence you could have heard her heart pounding. She asked “how did you do it?” And, the moment I simply said “one day I just started and then it came naturally” I could see in her eyes what you can see in this picture: how hard life can be until that moment comes.

This is Maria Paz, she’s beautiful and she’s smart. She’s older. I knew her years ago when she was four. She didn’t talk to anyone, not even to her relatives (other than her parents and brother). But she talked to me, and we drew together all sorts of things: animals, people, places… And one day, while we were drawing, I decided that I could tell Maria Paz something that I don’t tell many people: that when I was a kid, I was just like her and talked to three people only: my mom, my dad and my grandma. That I didn’t even say “thanks” to people who were nice to me because I didn’t dare and that my mom mortified me telling me I was impolite. Maria Paz stopped drawing and was looking at me. And then I said “but one day I changed…” She gasped and her eyes opened wide. You could almost feel that if there had been complete silence you could have heard her heart pounding. She asked “how did you do it?” And, the moment I simply said “one day I just started and then it came naturally” I could see in her eyes what you can see in this picture: how hard life can be until that moment comes.

This is Maria Paz, she’s beautiful and she’s smart. She’s older. I knew her years ago when she was four. She didn’t talk to anyone, not even to her relatives (other than her parents and brother). But she talked to me, and we drew together all sorts of things: animals, people, places… And one day, while we were drawing, I decided that I could tell Maria Paz something that I don’t tell many people: that when I was a kid, I was just like her and talked to three people only: my mom, my dad and my grandma. That I didn’t even say “thanks” to people who were nice to me because I didn’t dare and that my mom mortified me telling me I was impolite. Maria Paz stopped drawing and was looking at me. And then I said “but one day I changed…” She gasped and her eyes opened wide. You could almost feel that if there had been complete silence you could have heard her heart pounding. She asked “how did you do it?” And, the moment I simply said “one day I just started and then it came naturally” I could see in her eyes what you can see in this picture: how hard life can be until that moment comes.

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My name is Luz and I move a lot, form apartment to apartment, from city to city, from country to country.
Over time I have developed my own small nomadic idiosyncrasy. I've given up my material possessions more than once. I grew apart from people and then re-found them. I have entered places foreign and then became local. I learned to cook food with varied ingredients and to love goat cheese.
Wandering is about experiencing. Not everything has been great, not everything has gone as planned. Maybe not everything was planned that well. But there was also good in the unexpected. I've encountered and all kinds of things, people and places: some that I met along the way, some that I left behind and learned how different they look from afar, and some that just popped into my mind during a long train ride alone.

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