Fallen Heroes

The outskirts of town are a strange place. They seem empty but if you look close enough you will be able to see some signs of life. Barracks, all in their rows, like a human hive, where all sorts of people live: the poor, pensioners, dealers, immigrants, rats, the working class, families and junkies. We’re all there together, living amongst the rot and the human degradation, to which we all eventually become addicted. I was born here, the son of two misunderstood artists. For better or worse, they are my parents and I had to learn to live with their […]

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