Travelling is in my blood. I clearly remember climbing high up in my grandmother's huge cherry tree, pick a handful of ripe cherries, sitting on my favorate branch, savouring the burst of red juice that exploded from each cherry, spitting seeds... and dreaming about far away places that needed to be discovered. There was never a question that I would move all my life, constantly seeing what's behind the horizone. When I was 14 or 15, I hitchhiked my ways around Europe, spend long weeks in support of even younger kids at the German beaches. My parents would not see me for weeks. As soon as I started to make my own money, I became a serious traveller.
1976 to 1981
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