Nationality: Human


Me, backstage, in Cairo, Egypt.

Racism, or any other kind of separation illusion, never made sense to me.

I grew up between Portuguese, Spanish, African and Gipsy communities. And that was just my childhood. Adulthood, something I´ve still trying* to figure out, has taken this cultural melting pot to an whole other level.
I evaluate people according to their character – their thoughts, words and actions. Everything else is blah-blah-blah. Meaningless dust.
I´m Portuguese with a pinch of Spanish fire in my DNA; people say I look Russian/Ukranian but I think I look like myself; I learnt loyalty, rythm and sensuality from Africans; friendship and passion from Gipsies; the river Nile runs inside my veins; Indian, Balinese and Mexican food are my favourites; I speak Portuguese, Spanish, English, French and Arabic. I understand Italian and a bit of German. I wear clothes manufactured in various countries and read books by Iranian, Turkish, English & (fill in the blank) authors. The curtains of my living room were produced in China and the soundtrack of my romantic dinners are made in India.
The incense I use while I´m working is Balinese, the candles are Japanese, the brain is a bit of every country, every culture and every person I´ve ever met. Diversity is richness, not a problem.
I´m a Westerner working with Egyptian music, dance and culture. I teach students from all over the world about the Egyptian & Arabic world. When I wish to have fun, I go out to dance Salsa or Argentinian Tango.
I get into a mosque with the same easiness I get into a synagogue, a Christian church or a Tibetan temple. For me, these are different buildings destined for the same purpose.
You may have noticed there are a lot of “I”s in this text. Multiply them by every human being on planet earth and you´ll end up with the (real; disguised) meaning behind the word.
Many think I´m a spy or an alien because my world is so big and colorful. To tell you the truth, I´m just an habitant of this amazing Universe. And so are you. All of us are. A BIG FAMILY. Whoever misses that point may have never left his/her village.

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