Just like the last "peak" before handing in in Pamplona, I'm really slow! as if there were lack of oxygen and high altitude, as if I can't feel my legs anymore... as if I had all the time in the world.It's hard to run now, I don't know why.

Ok, now that time is up to a week, I still have "the world" of things that I think would have belonged in the diss. You can't imagine how many little notes and pages full of notes I have, old ideas, new ideas, quotes, etc. Eduardo is right, it might be a temptation to think all of that is important. I know, it helped me get where I am now, and what is important now is to tell the story the way I see it today, even if some of that work does not come up. But still, I do have to kind of show how I got to my own opinion. I can't just list the things I read at the end, I have to refer to them within the work, right? The point is, it feels like "the world" on my shoulders. Or at least like a heavy cow.
GO Cow GO, you can make it, RUN!

I once looked at this map and could not believe that my feet had walked every single step of the way (747 km). Today I printed out what I am sending to Spain, and I felt exactly the same way. Although in my mind I know that the fifth and the first Chapter are not finished, and that important bits are missing from the fourth one, and I do not even know anymore what the second one says, still I was amazed by the 300 pages that came out. How on earth was I able to type so many little signs?! Every single step of the way.