«What is enough to create a rupture? I saw unexpected appearance of a new country that never had a definitive form. I don’t recognize sunlight on my skin here any more and my movement is not located in displacement. All the intensities that I have are immobile intensities».
It was raining heavily in Copenhagen. I soaked my passport. On the way back, at the border, I was told that it is no longer valid and that I can't enter.
Two weeks later I was found dead on the side of the road. They found two pieces of paper in the pocket of my jeans. On one of them was written – Martean896 Martean852, on the other one – Marteanking Mk123456789. The passport was not found. As well as it has not been established what happened between these two weeks.
years ago they try to- years ago they try to put me in the... thats a lie
if I could I would have stayed there...