I’m somehow stubborn and that stubbornness usually ends up making me repeat tasks and games until I’m sort of satisfied with the result and so this year I went back to Vigo and tried again to win this photographic marathon contest. In the end it came closer than I expected as they decided to promote me from accessory desert to second dish.
Long time ago, arguing at a psychology class about the doubts and regrets I was sure everybody should be having concerning the medical career, I said I was my hands and my imagination and none of those seemed to have anything to do with what I had learned and saw at the faculty. This time I tried to mix them both.
—– The series —–
—- The discarded leftovers —-