Achim could still taste the sweet-sour taste of his mother’s lemon pie. He could still feel the cuts and bruises his body endured from his father’s spiked belt for a decade. He was fifty years old. The urge for revenge still haunted his soul. A life of pain, emotional torture and living in the past. Alone, left by his wife and children, Achim took the only road he thought possible:...
I’m a story hunter based in Florence, Italy.
Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories, and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honor every day.
If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared, and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.