Stepping stones (Helsinki, Finland)

In the life of a tanguera, some occasions are like stepping stones when crossing a river. You have your doubts about getting to the other side without falling in and getting swept away by the fast running current, possibly hurting yourself (or your ego ) in the process. At the very least, you know you will be getting your feet wet.
Still, you know there is no turning back. If you want to stay open and keep discovering, you must cross that river.

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