This is a curated selection of content that will leave a mark on my child, on someone’s life, or just in the margins of time. Each is transcribed with care and respect for the medium that first carried it: the universe.

I belong to no gangs. No parties. No nations. No cults. I smoke every now and then to recover from bad omens. During the Egyptian revolution in 2013 I witnessed an intrusion by an American activist on the Egyptian army’s intelligence, intercepted his intel, and exposed him to those who can serve. I got depressed afterwards and went on a solo journey with Allah (SWT). Everybody around me thought I was sick, when I was not. I was hiding from Elon Musk. I messaged a therapist online and she sorted it out for me, I was happy. I made peaceful work on Twitter: sentences, jokes, pictures, clips. Then I was taken. Twice. Egypt. Abroad. Put in wards I did not choose. My Egyptian father and my Muslim Greek ex-wife have remained, then and now, in a shaded space, unable to clear their air of an extremist culture.

I rescued Manga (a rare fox+dog breed). I bought bikes. Opened a shop. Opened a hotel in Dahab. (from money I saved for my early retirement. Happened way too early. I’m 34 at this point). Angry family members decided they want to ruin that life for me and took it personal, had me entrusting them with a certain business agenda that blew all my cash away in a year and a half. I saved a lot from my previous salaries working nine to five jobs plus almost a million dollar commission for selling expensive items to rich hijabi Arab women in The Gulf region.

For two years now I have been riding in Sinai’s old intelligence campsites, taking what the peninsula actually teaches and leaving the rest in the dust. I run a couple of other agencies besides. You could also say I formally own three countries now. Dickheads.

TBC…