Why?
On December 26th of 2004 I was sleeping on the beach of Unawatuna, Sri Lanka - in a lovely Guesthouse called "The Strand" - when the tsunami hit. I miraculously managed to survive the fury of the wave, after being trapped and almost drowned, but it was only thanks to the generosity and selflessness of the people of Sri Lanka that I managed to return safe home after an exhausting wait. Surviving this catastrophe of incalculable proportions, I feel like I have received an enormous gift but also a great responsibility. The tsunami, in fact, represents a great moment of meditation to reflect upon those events that go so much beyond our comprehension and understanding of the world; those we can't define as either positive or negative. They just ARE. Just like life itself: a constant cycle where after destruction can come new life.

