Evening all. I trust you are well. I just realized that it has been ages since I wrote My Story 4 which tells the story of a mysterious guy referred to only as ‘Mr X’. I strongly advice you click and go back and have a read because I tell a little about my hometown, my flirtations with aggressive literature, drinking myself silly in a forest, and also about my relationship with the amiable ‘Mr X’. Oh yes, and there are allusions to investing in there as well, of course!

Today’s post contains an amazing fragment of my life. It’s an endearing glimpse into my early twenties when life lay coiled upwards in front of me like an endless spiral staircase. It involves an encounter with a man called Manuel, a Portuguese truck driver.

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My mindset pulsated with the call of adventure and no destination was off limits. In fact,