1.3 For my friends
Dear ambrosio, we have known each other since ‘94. By some stroke of luck we got reacquainted in 2000 and nine years later, we officially got married. Despite this year starting off on a majorly fucked up note, it was also a ripe time for growing up as we battled our way through the transitions. You have always been one of the strongest persons I know, yet I saw an even more enduring person in you as I witnessed you confront your vulnerability and embrace your pain. Your words are one of my anchors and no matter where I am in the world, I will always be an avid follower of your stories. It’s one of my joys to talk away the lazy hours of the afternoon with you, simply because there is so much history there. We share this population of memories that remind me of the shitload of good things to be grateful for, and likewise resonate who I am. Sometimes your long letters and undying expressions of love make me feel like an ass, but you never take it against me when I cannot properly put down into writing what I want to say. For what it’s worth, I really want you to get on the first motherfucking flight to Zurich like, SOON.
I miss you
