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Going back
This summer I went back to the small village of Leon where my father was born and I was raised when I was 5 to 9 years old. I was on my way to Galicia for holidays, when I saw the detour to Veguellina which is the name of my father's village. Suddenly, I felt the need to visit the places where I had spent my first childhood <em>(You only get 1 childhood!?)</em>. The village is so small that this would only take a short time. I decided to go along the main street to see if my memories still matched the village appearance nowadays.
What I saw took my breath away, instead of the old brick industrial houses that I remembered as the identity of Veguellina, and I grew to love so much, modern flats, detached and semi-detached house had been built wherever and however, without any harmony between them. No ancient shops, anything that I could have recognized except the town square, years ago a calm quite place, the day of my visit, full of noisy motorbikes and people.
For a long time Veguellina had been the place of my dreams, where I had been returning every summer to feel the affection of my grandparents and friends. I don´t know why it mattered to me so much, or perhaps I did. It was the nostalgia, the end of my journey back in time. Quickly, I got into the car and left without turning back.
