I saw most of Europe before turning twenty. I’ve been in Ny ten times in the last thirty years. I used to live in London for six months in four years. I saw black Africa, deep Australia, cape Horn, India long enough to get back happily where i started. I touched base in Odessa, Bangkok, Tulum, Sao Paulo, even Neuchatel. Home is where i want to be, if only there was one. Indeed i’m a stateless, multilanguage refugee. I am a citizen of no place.

Of all the risks my position imply, the most dangerous is having a good time, letting in a feeling of happy and serene instability. Of all the benefit this state of things produce the main one is that which leave me profoundly aware of how things are non existent, that said, out of this world.