Well, what can I say... somehow it feels that the bat coming back to Europe is a different one than the one who left. Big ups to everyone for making this last month such an insightful one; for the laughs, for the cries, for the zen moments and for the benders. It feels that my backpack of chaos has rather become a backpack of entropy, sharing the weight each one of us carry with such special characters and situations along the way. Thanks for making me feel alive as fuck.