When I look back on my life, it’s not that I don’t want to see things exactly as they happened. It’s just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way. My existence has always been my one challenge, I’ve always fought to express my condition and recondition myself, and as life became harder and harder on my shoulders, my eyes broadened and I started staring everywhere, desperately looking for help. And I did. In the arms of love.