You better let somebody love you!

Damn... this is the worst part, no doubt about it.


How the hell am I supposed to summarize the best month of my life in, well, words?


Oh, and to all the brazilian brothers who are now reading this, I'm sorry to write it in English, but this is my message to everyone who made this trip so incredibly amazing.



Well, let's go.



At first, to be honest, I was so excited with the idea of going to the US because it was just about getting a new guitar (did any of you realized how much I love to play? Kevin: "What do you do to unwind?" Julian: "I play guitar."; Kevin: "What's your favorite private location?" Julian: "In my room, with my guitar."; Kevin: "Who or what blows you away?" Julian: "Jimi Hendrix.")... what I didn't even think about was the so-what Bridge Linguatec Course. Because, ok, I'm sorry to admit, but the course was like the price I'd have to pay to get the new guitar, instead of just fool around Denver for 5 weeks.


But, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, WAS I WRONG?!!! HOW SELFISH AM I???


I miss all you people so DAMN MUCH, and all the joy I had by your side is not even close to the joy I have with my so-what (haha) guitar.


You, I mean, each and every single of you, from the two sweetest people on the world, Andrzej and Don, to all my dear classmates.


It was just five weeks there with you (even though it felt like five minutes or so), but it is enough to call you my best friends.


Since my arrival here in Brazil, I've dreamed 5 times already that I met you again, that kind of dreams like oh-dear-god-I'm-in-Brazil-walking-in-my-little-city-but-aren't-those-guys-the-"Bridgers"?


Well, but if you analize everything, we can see one little piece of the jigsaw puzzle that united us this way... the Goddamn EAGLES and their fucking DESPERADO!!! Aohhhh c'mon I know that deep inside you all love the Eagles! Especially you, Mr. Jesus "Tim" Christ!



Anyway... I hope that you enjoyed this time as much as I did... I kinda feel a little stupid being this sentimental and everything... but I'd be lying and faking if I acted anyway different. I really hope that someday we will all get together in a bar (maybe I'll be 21, and I won't need those damn fake IDs) and hug each other and laugh and then eventually get so drunk that we wouldn't remeber a thing (that's a shame).



I'm sorry that it took me so much time to finally write this, but, as I said, it is so difficult to do it! I would like to leave a message to each one of you in particular, but I'll be sending some mail, real snail mail, not the untouchable, unsmellable and unsensitive e-mail, to Fumie's adress (I've only got hers!), with letters to all of you, who are still in US (Tomoko, Fumie, Ara, Tim, Kevin, Jake, Douglas and friends), and to all the brazilians, me mandem seus respectivos endereços para que eu possa mandar super lembranças gaúchas para vocês também.






Ok, I think I gotta end this... can't go on! Hahaha!

I miss you all... seriously, I'm not kidding.

We'll see each other again, promise!


Julian, the half-polish half-brazilian guitar player