I felt like crying. The printout in my hands told me exactly what the screen was showing the past five minutes I had been staring at it. It was a dream come true, almost. Alas it had not come true, yet. Furthermore, at that moment I was not even sure how I would be able to handle it. The only thing I knew was, I had to do it. You know, there are times when a man has to do what a man has to do.

For all of you who don’t know me yet, my name is Andrés and I am running this blog. This is my story about a dream I have dared dreaming: Being part of the Summer Olympics once in my lifetime.

You might remember the line about travelling over one hundred countries and filling that passport of yours with stamps and visas which I had mentioned in my previous entry, but have you ever considered the possibility of doing that yourself? Could you imagine what it would mean in terms of cultural and life experiences to travel that many countries in a lifetime?

Talking about ‘living life at its fullest’ as well as ‘not always thinking of consequences‘ in previous entries, there’s a story I have not told you yet although it has been a month since then.

In my entry “A quarter of my story – What I learnt so far” I wrote about some of the unique experiences I was able to make during the short 25 years’ of my life and I wrote about that life changing trip that got me here after I came back.

When I arrived back in Germany the only thing I could think of was leaving again, which, due to special circumstances (compulsory military service e.g.) was not possible. Did it drag me down? Yes. Did I reflect that? Like a mirror. Could I have been wallowing in self-pity? Like no other.