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It all started at a very young age. I grew up in a home where music was a huge part of our daily
life. I felt a constant need to express myself artistically. As a child, I had a lot of restless energy.
The kind of energy that made people say, “he’ll either end up in jail, or on a stage”. Fortunately, life led me to the best of these two choices, but we’ll get to that later.  
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I was born in 90s Bucharest, Romania. A time, when the country was going through a change of political regime from the Soviet Bloc to the west, when everything seemed possible, and a dream come true for many Romanians.  My most vivid childhood memory is, my parents coming back
from Italy in 96’, unloading their car (insert dramatic flashback here). Since the political climate was overly unstable in post-communist Romania, like many others, my parents left in 92’, to work abroad in Western Europe. Working abroad meant earning more money and creating a better future for their families, but it also meant children were usually left in the care of grandparents.

First time they left; I was 2 years old. For next sixteen years, our parents would visit my brother and me on Christmas holidays every two years. So, using some basic math here, in total we saw our parents for two years in sixteen years...