De repente las memorias se parkearon. A lot of memories of this casa. En la noche, there were cucarachas, and I had invited my friends a dormir. Mi dad had left home recientemente. We were all camping en la sala con nuestros sleeping bags. Teníamos hambre. Recuerdo a mi friend Mariola pero no remember si Yanin y Marisabel where also there or not. Fuimos a la kitchen. No había nothing to eat except por un melón. Me sentí really ashamed because por las cucarachas, pero comimos the most delicious melón ever. Y recuerdo a Mariola saying this.

This is an edit de mis fotos, skecthes as well as parte de mi diario, de mi estancia en Europe, and its called “Every night temo ser el dinner”. Es sobre intimacy. Es un diary de mi vida and the way I see el mundo. It consists of diferent stories de mis friends, loved ones, conexiones random, mi rata andrógina Gustav, y mis trips. Todo seems disconnected y todavía no sé qué es lo que busco. A lo mejor its something que nunca voy a encontrar or its something que ya encontré. Estoy intentando poner this chapters together, this puzzle de mi vida que I can´t figure out. While in Madrid, todos los días I went to Lavapies to look for something. I wanted to get inside this mundo secreto that I felt closest to y poco a poco tried to understand. Normally the people I photographed became my close amigos, and with others solo comparti un little moment. Taking fotos con una point and shoot or a disposable camera desechable allowed me to be más lúdica and connect more. El flash frontal made it seem como si something had been discovered. Something that couldn´t be en la oscuridad anymore. Like un secreto had to be let out.