“My parents divorced when I was only two years old. Until this day I have no idea why they broke up. We were a family with seven kids. When my parents split up we all got separated. Part of us went to live with our mum, and the other half with our dad. The separation damaged all of us and we had a lot of problems growing up. When puberty hit some of my brothers started using hard drugs. It was very difficult to see them go through addiction like that. I remember one time, a friend of mine was staying over and my brother came home at 6am. I’m not sure what kind of drugs he had been using but he was extremely aggressive. He got violent for no reason and I didn’t know what to do. Now when we talk about it, I can laugh because it’s in the past but back then, it was so fucking hard.”
Part ½ of this story.

“I went to a normal primary school so I was the only kid in a wheelchair. My parents thought it would be an easy way for me to integrate into society, instead I barely had any friends. I kept being that one guy in a wheelchair. Now I’m in a school that has a mixed program. Half of our school has a disability and the other half doesn’t. It’s so diverse that we barely notice our disabilities.”
“What is your relationship exactly?”
“We are classmates.. and friends who smoke together during lunch breaks.”

“My girlfriend suggested I should try wearing a color. I picked out a purple Hugo Boss suit and it just felt right. Now the only item in my closet that isn’t purple, is a black raincoat. I wore it a few days ago but I wasn’t really feeling it..”
“Why is that?”
“I guess because black is just so black..”

“When I travel, I always hitchhike. Now I’m about to hitchhike to Rotterdam.”
“What have you learned from hitchhiking?”
“That there are so much more friendly people in this world than you would expect.”

“I’m afraid that if the municipality keeps making up more rules, soon Amsterdam won’t have any street performers left. It’s a shame because we contribute to the atmosphere of the city. Every day we make hundredth’s of people laugh. Yesterday there was an old lady. She might have been over 80 years old. When she saw the amount of bubbles we made she smiled, got up, threw her walking stick on the ground and started dancing between the bubbles.”

Everyone has dreams. Once in awhile dreams come true and when they do, I always imagined it looked something like this.