Endings
March 1, 1983: I don´t like to end our stay (or my stay) in San Vicente. People are nice here and I don´t feel invisible. Invisible was exactly how I felt back in San Francisco. I felt that nobody saw me, nobody cared. Funny how taking a plane can sometimes have you see things in a different, in a better, way.
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