Anyone who knows me knows the frenzy of my life. In fact, I've done a lot of things, and in the past few years I have undoubtedly exaggerated. Our metabolism, our immune system, is not like the machines and engines we know, and even so, when we exceed their limits, they end up breaking down.

In my specific case, I always imagined that I felt great, that I could handle the pressure and with a little rest I was ready for the challenge. The reality is not like that. And interestingly even though the medical analyzes are great, with a few more walks in the field, the fact is that our head starts to weaken. Quietly and without realizing it!

At the end of a phase that I don't wish anyone, I would like once again to express my deepest thanks to the friends I had, at work and outside, but above all to my family, nuclear and beyond, and to the doctor who accompanied me managing to change me as a human being, who practically was not.

Like a ride, I take a bus and return to my deepest feelings as a young man, remembering some details of English culture, as history and policy. One of the oldest democracies in modern world seems, sometime, being against the reason. The context of my mental disruption was jointed with the polemic Brexit. The Continent will never understand this choice of Britain. This crash in the virtual European Union was needed to all.

I felt the same. My brain want to break the rules, follow a new way, looking new colors, new skills, new problems and style. Finally I can dream with my white hair, play with my little young daughter and do what I really want.

If a fairy tail invites me to join into a fantastic movie, the role I want is the old Portuguese, someone who denies his existence and his own culture. Is not a crime, I presume. Why man must be attached to his first country?

Why man build walls everywhere to stop our freedom? I think money, social protection, civil wrights and abuses from smart people, but without education, ruin the magic of open doors or barriers.

I have a dream, also, that one day I can walk, breath and enjoy the British culture, as any national. See and ear the Proms, the theaters of Piccadilly, Soho and eat and drink in Saturday's Covent Garden.

The text was written in the midst of a crisis and some already know it. However, I would not be well with my conscience if I did not share with you.

The Cover as also a meaning. In fact, we never know the future. With a second, we could be changed. Even to dust!

This book will be published in Angola, by "Arca Digital", in English and translated to Portuguese Language by a Angola's young man.

Who don't like to be different?

Me off course. That's the reason of my choice:

Today is my turn.