That feeling...

That feeling...

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Running is all I can remember doing. I don't even know were I'm going, of were I'm heading. All I can say is that I'm trying to escape, by running away from everything. Some people might think I'm weak of even crazy... But that doesn't matter anymore does it? I guess it's all away fro me now, at lease I hope.
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I grew up surrounded by colorful characters, dogs that marked my life, unforgettable loved ones, and stories that even a screenwriter wouldn't have dared to write. Between punishments in high school, legal proceedings, unexpected travels, scams (sometimes unintentional), and unexpected encounters... I've seen it all. And more importantly, I've lived it all. Why write all this? Because we forget quickly. Because there are memories we shouldn't let slip away. Because laughing at your past is also a way to heal. And maybe, to make someone else laugh or think along the way. My childhood? A mix of laughter, dogs like no other, and situations crazier than the next. From my father's dog who went on an unexpected journey, to Kiki, our fennec fox capable of leaving a lasting impression. Between absurd punishments in high school, prison threats over a discarded sheet of paper, and my father being pursued by the Paris court, my life has been anything but boring. And if you want to know how Vicenzo sold his dog six times, or why a friend of mine was gifted a brand new Renault by the Spanish customs officers... welcome to my wildest memories. So welcome to my life. Or rather, the joyful mess it has been (and maybe still is). Happy reading - and buckle up.

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