Eso o esto no es como eso...

How did I end up in Chile ? It’s a whole story but I won’t narrate it from A to Z...Let’s just prompt the facts : I met a a chilean girl from France who is actually the Pinochet’s secretive grand-daughter. She had planned to visit her attributive family in this country . At the same time, my best mate couldn’t stand it and he insisted : “u know.. u’re a great photographer.. I always wanted to see u at work .. and I definitly need some vacation, etc”. That was it. Their trip’s perspectives finally aroused me from a seclusive and redolent parisian retrenchment.