Hello stranger friend.
Let me introduce myself as {{name}}, this is one of my favorite names within the possibilities. I was born in 1986 halfway between Jaipur and Pushkar in the trunk of a Mercedes station wagon. My parents, hard on the late hippie trail at the time, met not too long before in Portugal. I was probably conceived in Essaouira, but maybe also in Imlil, my parents don't agree on that. When I was six, I was forgotten at my grandparents in Bologna. It was hot and dull so I left for Venice to become rich as a Gondolieri. I could not afford it so I visited my Aunt in the treehouse hotel. Years later, seventeen years old, I got bored and then ran off to Amsterdam. There I got lost and spent some time with the squatters at Bajesdorp. Best prison view included. I followed in my mother's footsteps on the Camden streets and stumbled through the dark tunnels of the Ligne de petite ceinture. I lived on the beach in Cabo de Gata and enjoyed my soy capucino in the backyards of Glasgow. Today I live withdrawn and deeply relaxing in the woods of Småland and enjoy life like never before. Some time ago I stole a camera in Groningen and started taking photos. Spiritualized walk in the footsteps of my creators to find my nonexistent body.