Chapter 2. The Randall Steven’s cotton.

12th of July 2014 was the day that Lore and I took the motorbike ready to cross the 35000km between Barcelona and Sydney. Sincerely, I can’t remember the others 12th of July, but definitely we will never forget this one.

We had never focused so hard on every event that we had done before. Hearing the clock alarm, wake up, lift up the shutter, have breakfast, go to the WC, open the door with the key…everything, it was the last time we did at home, in our house… What other days was something regular, it felt weird now, that sharpened our feelings to the fullest extent.

Our feelings were bittersweet. Sweet because of our emotion, we were nearly to set off our trip and our dream had become true, and bitter because when we start to ride the motorbike, we left back all the people we will really miss. We may say, we left back what is the real value of our life. You never know when you will be back!! We have shared lots of years, of experiences, happiness and greetings and we do know that it will be a long until we see them again. However, the experience tells me that the distance could unite us even more. Sometimes, the more you get far, the greater the link with someone. I hope it will be like this.

Certain is that to say goodbye to our family was much harder than we had ever thought. I really think that every farewell is like smoking a “cigarrette”. Every single “bye” on the way to someone you really appreciate supposes 5 minutes less in your life. The last night was plenty of emotions, our friends had organized an astonishing surprise farewell dinner for us, we had to say good bye to every single friend, it was our moment, the moment to set off our adventure. The 12 of July was the last time we saw the path through the rearview of Ripoll (our town) and we realized that from there it will open up a wide road straight to: Sydney.

It was also tough to quit my job. It is one of the most difficult decisions I have ever taken, well, it was the best job I had ever had. It was like breaking up with a lovely girlfriend you love, but you really know you have to break up. It scares me to be as Totó, the main character of “Paradise Cinema”, and never getting to know other girl like her. But I had no option. Lore and I were disposed that we had to fulfill this dream although it was hard and difficult. Everyone knows that to launch a dream, we have to jump away from our confort zone.

This project involves dreams. Our dream is to complete the distance between Barcelona and Sydney riding our motorbike, but, what is the other’s dream? Do dreams depend on cultures? In Europe, dreams are related to money, health and love. But, what about in Iran? And in Nepal? There are the same dreams over there? We would like to learn about all of this in our trip. And to know all about this, we should ask a lot of people on the way, maybe it’s the best way to understand what is happening in the world. You are also invited. We want you to feel involved with this story, which means we are going to write a book among everybody. We look forward to receiving emails from everyone who wants to write us a few lines. If you want to take part of our book, please do not hesitate to share with us, we are really sure you have a lot of interesting stuff to be explained. And if with this book we can make someone to decide to set up his dream, we will be more than grateful.

To dream is free. However, it depends on the kind of dream, to make it true could not be easy, specially in terms of money. That is the reason why we have had to contact with so many companies to see if they felt involved as we were in this. I must admit that we have sent more than 150 brochures explaining the project. Even we suggested to a pizza company painting our motorbike with its graphic symbol and deliver a real pizza to Sydney. It was not successful. There were some other companies that were interested, we were lucky. They are as follows:

–Dynamic Line: they have lent us all the stuff and equipment.

-Foto 24: they have lent us all the audiovisual stuff.

And indeed: –Go Study Australia and Asian Pacific International College, which have assisted with all our study plans we will take in Sydney. We want to say thank you to all of them, it will be impossible to take up this adventure without them. Without all theses companies, we would not get so far, maybe to Slovenia.

And talking about death, I don’t know who said that if you want to live, “you should start to assist to your own funeral”. The Saturday the 12th, Lore and I assisted to our funeral. From now, it has come into our brains a tiny, friendly, refined and polite cleaner called Randall Stevens with a duster, a broom and a mop ready to clean and move the trash we have been storing during all of our life. It will not be easy for him to clean it up, believe me! I am pretty sure that Mr. Randall will clean up all and at the end of our trip, I mean when we get in Sydney, in our brains we will just keep the most simple and basic thoughts. All the plastic bags, full of trash will have been left on the way, like Hansel and Gretel.

On the other hand, I have to tell you that dreams only die when the dreamer die. From now, our dream and us have set in a critical stage. We will mutate due to Mr. Randall and our dream will become day after day in an aim.

Today, Lore and I begin to die. We hope we can rest in peace.

* Dreaming is free. Make them reality, perhaps not. This piece of dream has come true thanks to APIC – Asia Pacific International College, Go Study Australia, foto24 and Dynamic Line, thanks to our partners, and most of all thanks to you. And do not forget: If you can dream it, you can do it.

Curious:

130.000 dreams in a whole life. People usually spend one over three parts of their life sleeping. Resting is as necessary for humans than eating or breathing. A 70 years old person will have spent more than 20 years sleeping, in which almost 5 or 6 will have been on the MOR stage, and will have got more than 130.000 dreams.

Dedication:

Not in many situations, you find a person who can change your life completely. With the passing of the years, you are collecting everyone and can put them together on a wide table to celebrate a meal. Our last days in Ripoll we were with all of them and they prepared a farewell that was plenty of emotions. I am sure we will never forget it. To all of the people we met the last night, we could not open all the letters you have given to us. The tears have made this action impossible. Anyway, this will not impede that all our memories to be kept with us for the time being.