January 3rd, 1873
Lost this stupid book again. Maybe it's not meant to be.
Day....10 on my own. Never before have I felt freer! I swear nothing compares to this freedom. Being able to do whatever, whenever....I would rather die than relinquish this freedom.
I bought tickets to New York, USA. It's the land of opportunity after all, and it's far away from here. The only problem here, in Amsterdam, is the travel to get to one of the coastal ports. Not to worry, I have my ways. Perhaps I'll head back to Barcelona after this.
Who knows? I know I don't!
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