After dealing with the fear that my future was incapable of making the right decisions for me, a fear imposed on me by the society in which I grew up, I wandered the world for years in a state of pleasant wonder. Eventually I ended up in Andalusia, where I thought I could realize my long-cherished dream of becoming a hermit.

 

In Andalusia, a confrontation with the corrida was inevitable. Dismayed, I fled to Morocco, where I fought a months-long battle with my future on the farm of two brothers who grew hashish. I lost that battle, traveled back to Andalusia, immersed myself in the world of toros bravos , learned new facets of the concept of fear and emerged as a matador, although not before I had freed my best friend from a Zimbabwean prison.

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