In 1980s Portugal, Korea was a distant concept—two nations divided yet indistinguishable to outsiders. For an eight-year-old growing up by the Atlantic, that divide felt abstract until a chilling mix-up sent my father into a panic. As he raced home, the boundaries between two Koreas, and two fates, blurred in an instant.
A decade-old promise brought three generations to Kenya. From Nairobi’s chaos to the vast Masai Mara, we immersed ourselves in its beauty, culture, and contrasts. Wildlife humbled us, Maasai traditions inspired us, and modern encroachments left us reflective. Kenya was unforgettable. And at its heart, a promise kept.
Seoul is full of layers—the old and new, the mainstream and the underground, the flashy and the raw. This time, I found myself exploring the hidden gems of the city, guided by my longtime friend W. From old printing districts with faded signs to neon-lit bars tucked away in unassuming buildings, each place revealed a unique story. It felt like a night of treasure hunting—businesses staying hidden, opening only to those who knew. In these layers, I found a deeper connection to the city I call home, no matter how far away I may be.
A city of contrasts—chaos and beauty, simplicity and richness. Palermo greeted me with sunlit streets, the scent of the sea, and a vibrant disorder that felt both unfamiliar and deeply comforting. From dodging traffic and garbage piles to indulging in the freshest seafood, every moment was a reminder of life’s raw, unfiltered charm. Between work, beach days, and endless plates of sea food, I found myself tracing familiar threads of connection—between places, people, and the simple joys that make a place feel like home.
The beauty of hockey isn’t just in the goals—it’s in the unseen moments that lead up to them. A perfectly timed pass, a split-second read, a seamless play executed through instinct and trust. Watching my son’s clip, I replayed it over and over, dissecting the invisible plays that made the goal possible. Just like in life, success isn’t just about the final result—it’s built on countless unseen efforts, perseverance, and the ability to read and adapt to the flow of the game.
A nomadic life set in motion before I was even born. At two months old, I crossed the Pacific with my parents to Brazil—no family, no friends, just the unknown. Since then, I’ve lived in the U.S., Portugal, Korea, India, and Switzerland, each place leaving its mark. Today, I run my own design studio in Switzerland, but my journey continues—through words, images, and reflections on identity. Because stories, like memories, are meant to be shared.