I'm insatiable. I am a beast hunting experience. I wish that life was revealed to me as it is. In convulsions. The smell of berries. In the wrinkles of African women. I am an Aboriginal dancers atop the Holy Rock. I want to feel any sense of life. Get to know them and experience situations in which he reveals his cruelty and beauty. In the sunny Tuscany, where the vine with cheerful old man in his notebook starches lines for grandchildren. In the rush of busy Asians, are the time to collect your child from school and talk about that in the future will go to college, to have better life then their parents. The sound leaking faucet somewhere in a remote region of Russia and in the smell of the station where stops for a moment Siberian railway. The grain of sand and on the Roof of the World. In a Muezin prayer and in the look of love. In a bad joke said by port drunkard, whose father fought an average of once a week. At the touch of hard work worn hands of the American farmer, moving to the airport after the sister, who as a child loved to play with shells. The salty sea foam and subtropical mirage showing my house. In your greeting and a strong grasp of our hands.

P.S. I'm hungry. Feed me.

Interests

• beauty
• hunting

Music, Movies, and Books

Into the Wild

Countries I’ve Visited

Austria, Croatia, Czech Republic, Denmark, France, Germany, Greece, Hungary, Italy, Norway, Slovakia, Slovenia, Spain