dream

To become part of history

I was taught that history was constantly in the making and that each one of us was part of it. Sometimes I wish one day someone, generations ahead, would remember me. Perhaps having a child is part of this process. Gone are my childhood dreams of being a scientist, anthropologist or historian. I view legacy today in fully different terms.

Before I keep rambling, I just came upon an interesting project that will announce on 07-07-07 what the new seven wonders of the world are. I made my choice. You can make yours.


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I’m a dad!

I'm a dad!

My son Martin Daniel’s very first picture! I’m so excited! It’s both a realization and a dream.

He was born just last night. Here’s hoping I can give him all I had and much, much more.

Welcome to you, and how do you do, Everybody’s waiting here at… the Gonzalez’s corner!

I’m a father. WHOA!

My second year

Today, two years ago, in 2003, I arrived to what would become my home for a still undeterminate length of time, perhaps several years, perhaps till the end.

Today, almost two years after my wedding, and almost half a year since the other wedding, the prospect of children is more and more certain. Perhaps one day they will read these postings and wonder even more who their father is, or was, or will be.

The longer I spend here, the longer I realize that, finally, I found home, that a long life of nomadism has finally ended. I have never spent more than seven years in the same place. If five more years go by and I’m still here, the record will have been broken. We shall see.

Traveling

On this same date already two years ago, I left my country and came to live in Germany. Within this period, I have visited more countries than I had ever before. I’ve already been to Slovenia, Russia, Italy, and drove through Austria. My brother should arrive in the following weeks to Europe and he’ll be living in Holland, so I might wind up there soon.

Before coming to Germany, I had already lived in the US and the Dominican Republic, but had briefly landed in Panama, Venezuela, and Puerto Rico.

The gist is where my roots are. I’ve never lived in the same place for over seven years, and that was only twice (Bogota and Barranquilla in Colombia). For years, I geared everything towards a married, family life. And I have finally succeeded, to some extent.

A few years ago, while in the DR, shortly after I had met my wife, I was riding in a colleague’s car and the tape player was booming Jenn August’s “Home.” That’s when I realized it didn’t matter where I lived, ’cause I had found my home…


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