outside of paris, i was only doing graffiti writing my name wherever i can on the rooftops. it's not that i had to escap by the window. my parents were sleeping on th couch in the neighboring room. as a child of immigrants, come from a family that neve had a voice. i feel like i'm living - no one else would care one day, i was at a trai station in paris, waiting fo my friend and he was late. at some point, i see a bag tha was there. after two, three trains, the