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the failure

The Failure When I was bored with sea life and walked ashore in Santiago I could find no work except in house of ill repute throwing out the rebellious and for some reason became a father confessor to the women, not a good start No one wanted a book- learned man who had read Nietzsche so when the money was gone it was back to sea. any ship would do as long as I was paid so I could leave and try my luck. I got a job on a Liberia type ship that looks as it was ready to sink – it did after I left- for some reason the ship was going to Norway it is a mystery we got there. After years of self-disgust, I had a heart attack and the state gave me a sick benefit which was not enough to live on in Norway so I want to Portugal and stayed, there deep in the interior and spent my time walking or writing alternative poetry with little success, which disappointed me that not being knows, until I realized it didn`t matter I had found my Shangri La and that in the end is my goal in life.

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