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The Altai Mountains are situated between Siberia, Mongolia, China and Kazakhstan. I want to go there and join the Nomads there who hunt with their eagles.

Never do I experience that sense of freedom more than when I arrive in Ibiza. There is something about it that makes me free and it is not the drugs, ‘cause I’m not a user. But the whole atmosphere and the people. Whatever you want to do, you can do and people let you. It is my paradise on earth…

My mother is Thai and I lived in Bangkok when I was a child. Childhood memories are a funny and sweet thing, I remember the barber next door and the kid I used to play horse racing with, I remember the taste of my favorite dessert, the monthly open air cinema they would have in our neighborhood and everyone would bring their chairs. I remember one movie which was sort of a Thai version of ‘Jaws’ and scared the shit out of me and lots of Kung Fu movies. I had white talc powder on my face and loved the rainy season because everything would be under water and chaotic. I remember the traffic jams, which were actually worse then I think. The bus rides to Phuket, where there was only one hotel at Patong Beach and the train rides to Songkhla with my aunt, and the people who would come to our windows to sell things whenever the train stopped. I remember the change from hot season to super hot season which would just happen from one day to the other like someone turned on a switch and all the boys would shave their heads. I remember the travels with my parents in the North where we would sleep in remote monasteries, my mother knew a lot of monks up there and my dad would have a lot of headaches in the morning because we slept on mats on the floor. The beautiful chanting of the monks and the lotus flowers, which I can’t find anywhere in NY.
That was a long time ago, and a lot has changed since then, but when I go back these days I still find things here and there that remind me of my time in Thailand.