One out of a million pilgrims who have walked on this way, drank out of its fountains, crossed its bridges, looked at its monuments, who have felt the wind, the rain and the warmth of the sun.
One, who has met so many others, just as all the others have.
One, who just as each one of these others has understood to a certain extend that all of us, every human being, are trying to find our way through life, something that connects us in the most fundamental way. We all just try to make the best out of it.

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Frómista - 20.4.05