Entry 68

Written yesterday, 22 April 2020, Wednesday:

There was something about a camera, I was looking for it, I think. Then I’m at some backyard patio. My younger brother was there. We’re gathering up toys. My youngest brother was there, too, and he’s still a toddler in the dream. We’re taking the toys, his toys I guess, somewhere else and our hands are full as there are a lot of toys. My youngest brother throws a tantrum because some of his toys are left behind. I asked my younger brother to take them. He’s upset because his hands are full already. But he puts down what he has and picks up a different set of toys. He walks off upset. My youngest brother throws another tantrum as he still has these other toys left behind. I gather them up with what I have already, some toy cars and dinosaurs.

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weekly (sometimes monthly) writings on and off the camino, relating the journey to the everyday mundane, continuing the camino all over the world, for as long as possible

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