I was born on the only cold morning of June, the coldest in ages.
After two glasses of tequila my mom called it a night and headed to the hospital where...
Okey. This might be too much. I was actually a pretty standard kid, no need to brag. Growing up as an only child had its perks too: I had a set of imaginary friends and got to keep all the red fish I won at the city fairs, even if eventually I always ended up calling them Flonder. How I got to be a copywriter after that is still a mystery even to me.
Still looking at the world with the eyes of a three year old.
Then, as much as I hate to say it, I grew up.
When I was 17 I went to Sweden for a year to see if at least they figured out a way to escape this Matrix of a world, but the only "pill" I found ended with an "ow" at Ikea, in the bedding section. So here I am, 7 years later, knowing how to say that i'm lost in 5 languages and still not knowing which way to go.
But if you're here, maybe you can tell me.