Treasure hunting

Sunday morning. When I woke up with the sun shining through my window on the first day in SF, a feeling of some kind of sensation went through my body. Like a mix between curiosity and “I have no idea of where to start but I’ll just go with it and see where it takes […]

Read More Treasure hunting

This is: San Francisco

1849. The Gold Rush. The Golden Days that were meant to change the lives of all the (un)happy people who traveled to California from all over the world, in search for new found wealth. With its Spanish roots, named after the Catholic ‘Saint Francis’, San Francisco is a city like no else. The name dates […]

Read More This is: San Francisco


10.15. PM. Time stands still, or at least the illusion of it, inside my head. I’ve just picked up my “just on the edge of being too heavy”-suitcase off the carousel, having undergone the ever-soothing nervous process that precedes that moment when you’re about to enter the land of the “American Dream”. The name of […]

Read More Prologue