went outside, to our understanding of normal life. I began to learn of the distortions in the little things, when I went to grab a drink did not distinguish between small, wine, and great for the water, until they had it in hand. Trying to reach a nearby branch of any tree, was the task failed, he was always beyond.
I began to understand, no one had mentioned. Yes I saw, rather, not seen the left eye. This limited my vision in spatial terms, as about 45 degrees. All you have behind my nose, it was not for me. This more or less reasonable and you accept it as a lack logic. For the unprepared, a victim of my own ignorance, it was for lack of substance. The third dimension was missing, along with my eye. The brain, accustomed to having it, you fools. Must adjust their impressions, recording new ones. Something similar to what a fresh start to learn, relearn. With time you get used to dip into estragias he is representing some of the gaps, soluble, as it is, not to spill any liquid without first having secured the other hand the receiving container. One way to mark the distance, after discharge, on many occasions, wine or water on the table, rather than in the glass. Another front
resolve was driving. For two months I did not take any vehicles. But the arrest had to try or do much impression on me and definitely leave, and that, I did not want. I found that lead me to the car was even easier to walk Why? Mirrors. We provide effective information on what comes from behind, you throw something missing in the urban or country wanderings. Of that go through the left. You're missing until they have done. This implies that if they are not alert, I move to that side, I find it invaded, on time, on that other subject. Small things, they, without much importance.
Another issue is parking. Here I can only solve it very cautiously, because he is impossible to estimate, to date, the small distances. Solution: look for large spaces.
Walking ... By the city, required to fix my attention on the ground provided he curbs or steps. Even today, I stumbled to the fucking / happy curbs.
On the mountain was more "worked." Initially, even with a cane, the soil was always lower than I thought, going downhill. In no problem increases, the target was closer. Noto limitations
"today? Yes, I cut the wings. I loved walking on the cliffs, now I only do if necessary, but not for pleasure.
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