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I am from a nomadic people.
A people who wander. An instinct that shows today.
Wandering as long as luck will allow.
I am from Firenze, where artisan work flows like the water of the Arno.
My eyes as brown as the city’s leather.
I am from artists, whose work inspires.
I am from Israel, the birthplace of Judaism and Christianity.
Skin mimicking the color of the Qumran Caves.
Those who followed, prayed, and educated—I am from.
I am from Mexico, the place of my youth.
I am from Artíma—teaching me to cook, read, and write.
I am from the Yucatán, home of the Mayans.
I am from Holoubek. A Czechoslovakian family.
A diverse family of artists. Creators. Innovators. Inspirators.
A family who carries this nomadic heritage, who passes generations of knowledge along.