“We are a lost generation. A generation that does not know where is going or where can be headed. A generation which discovers, one night, that their world or what we understood as our world, is vanishing. Slowly but steadily. The responsibility to accomplish the expectations. Where am I going? Where do I want to go? And whilst everything falls apart, we try to drain what remains of our previous lives.”

As every night, we tried to hide our uncertainty. It was impossible to be safe: before us lied a future that was snatching our place in the world. The awareness of a (false) freedom which only led us to anguish. We were afraid of the day, the night was a melancholic escape. But while you are living, the day always comes.