Strange

Being in a strange place always made me feel unusually comfortable. Beyond having to walk undercover between people I know I will not see again, it is a nice feeling to know that I could be whomever I want to. I can play a tramp or an aristocrat, be a vamp or a saint, no matter what I did, the strangeness of the place will keep me safe from curious eyes.

Maybe that is why my life evolved around foreign places, because I somewhat secretly wished to play all these different characters before i settled for one that was to stick around for the rest of my life.

Somewhat in my history i finally settled for this imperfect, sometimes neurotic, often alchoholic, self ironic and in love with life character. But, to answer a question the squirrel launched today, we are not only what we chose to be, but we are whom we love. And that, my dears, is always surprising and new.