Life coincidences? After a year crossing LatinoAmérica, my first story in the North – probably your south- comes from New Orleans, even if he says he’s from Alaska when we re asked in Prehistory Santander Museum. Though he still eats peanut butter, he moves by bycicle and classifies rubbish. But somebody who survived Katrina and overall abandontment, deserves more space than i m expected to write here.
Maybe tonight is the right place to let you know about Russell?