Before it all started, I was born. Born into a person who sometimes think that I’m in the wrong place and at the wrong time. Having itchy feet as some people call me and a mind with endless possibilities, I dream ever since I was a little girl that in every corner of the world there is a version of me. I’ve lived in different centuries, different continents, met all kinds of personalities. There is a black me and a white me bearing different names. I’m strange this way. But then who isn’t.