I remember when I was confined between four white walls and dreamed of reaching faraway, horizonless lands. I pictured myself wandering there like an astronaut, lost on the dark side of the moon. The idea of not finding a goal in my journey made me long even more this adventure that I thought I would never experience. Here I am now, in the midst of this cold and white hell; emptiness threatening me from every corner. I am the embodiment of an unjustifiable claustrophobia, and walking is a verb that has lost its meaning. Hit the ground running.In the middle of this cold and white hell, emptiness threatens me from every corner and walking is a verb without meaning.