Cruiseships, Caribbean sea, Florida Keys, South Lake Tahoe,
So.. as repetitive as this sounds, I made one more collage and the same topic came up: my addiction. Is hard to admit to myself that there is a need of using non-stop and that I lost control. So this is how it starts: blank cardboard, magazines, and random images that I keep in boxes. At the back of the desk, there’s a collage of … Continue reading Fumeta
Back in 2010, after working at Ski Resorts for 6 years doing winters back-to-back, I decided it was time for some sunshine. I had a degree in Hospitality management, so I thought it could be fun to work at a hotel. I applied as an intern and I got the internship in a beautiful island in the Florida Keys. The place was huge, with hotel … Continue reading The Female Barry
It was 2006, I was 25 years old. It was my second season at the Ski Resort in California. I loved my job, loved the people, I was happy. There was this ski instructor at work. He was English, but was born in Hong Kong and he always called himself “Chino M”. I didn´t work as an instructor, I worked in Admin, therefore, I used … Continue reading “The Chino M”
It was 2012. After staying at my home country for a year and a half, I was ready to get the fuck out of there. One of my dream jobs was to work at a cruise ship. I did some research in the past on how to apply, and I knew it was from your home country. The timing was perfect. I found the opportunity, … Continue reading “The Canadian love-machine”
Back on 2003-2004, I was young and I wanted to travel really bad. I come from a country where the local currency is shit, so travelling around the world was a difficult dream to accomplish. I was going through a difficult time and I was very depressed. I saw a psychiatrist who put me on heavy medication right away. It didn´t feel right. Medication didn´t … Continue reading The time I got a job at a ski resort without never seeing snow in my life.
For many years, I went out partying, drunk tons and fast and I would black-out completely. The fucked-up thing was that I would be dancing, talking, fucking, and doing who knows what else, but on a conscious mental level I did not know what I was doing. I think it was back in 2007. I was working abroad, I recently broke up with my ex … Continue reading The night I got fucked up in Lake Tahoe
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