Seven days to the departure, seven long days. I actually think a lot 
about whatever that's in front of me.
I've always considered this year as an adventure in an unknown land, in 
a foreign country. The whole point is to lose myself away from home, 
actually, see if I can blend in.

Because if I can indeed survive out of here I ain't looking back, I 
promise. What these years have taught me is that I'll have to make a 
choice: either stay and fight or even perish in poor conditions, or flee 
full of fear and hope of a better place to live in.

The "escape of the brains", we call it here. The most gifted are wanted 
abroad, where they're most appreciated and can live a decent life.
I don't consider myself a "brain", but I can play the right cards at the 
right time, and I succeed in what I like doing.

Seven days to the first test. I'll have no worries for money, I'll be in 
an university context, and I'll have full control of my life.

If I can handle that, there's hope that I'll be able to escape*, later 
on.

* Sentimental attachments inhibitor not included