I run away from people, especially people who want to get close. I run away from myself. Because I’ve never felt at home, because I’ve never had a real home, I’ve organized my life so I’m constantly on the move and on the go, existing everywhere and nowhere. I cannot sit still. I live at airports, which is somewhat fitting, since my life was changed that one morning in an airport in a country I left to go to a country where I’ve built a life that I have not been able to leave.
