We are living in a pretty rent house in Rochapea, a neighborhood of
Pamplona (Spain). In a crisis time, we have the lucky of being at a job. Gabi
works in a garden center. I am a PhD student, a historian who is working in a
sports shop. We have both friends near us, the job at 10 minutes from home, and
we can see the San Cristobal Mount through the window (when it’s not raining,
of course!). We are not in troubles, we enjoy our good health and we don’t have
necessities.
The problem is that… it’s not enough.
In which moment of someone’s life, a person thinks about let everything and
everybody back, and go into an uncertain adventure? Why breaking a solid style
for being cold, hot and hungry? Why don’t be a good citizen, do what everybody
do, only for riding the bike? I don’t know the answer to these questions. I’m
not a philosopher, or haven’t experience enough in my panniers to elaborate a
thesis about it.
But I could speak a little bit about freedom.
I could speak another little bit about the time that we are really living,
also.
Finally, I could speak a little more about the happiness.
However, I’m not going to do that because I don’t pretend to persuade anybody. I prefer let the word to other people, like Salva Rodríguez, who is riding his bike the last 7 years; or the biciclown, a real clown who travel around the world by bike sharing smiles; or a whole family, who can’t remember how many cultures have been known by their kids:
