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At last home, I'm fed up with this life, always on the road, Miami, New York, Maldives, the Bahamas, never a minute of three I look at myself to reflect, to have some peace.

Of course, a lot of people envy my work, thinking that traveling is heaven, I thought that at first, and I was full of enthusiasm, but over the years, after spending thousands of miles on planes and seeing all there was to see,.

without having built anything concrete, without a family, nor the love of a man to return to.

And that is how, in order not to see my pitiful condition, I take refuge in my double life.

I go out at night and I turn. I'm not Silvia anymore. I gave myself another name, a stage name.