I'm not so sure where I am right now, and maybe it really doesn't matter as long as I'm here with someone who feels familiar. She does, 'cause I met her sometime, someplace. Life is so mysterious!
It's difficult to tell anyone anything about it, because there's not much I really know about my strange condition. To cut it short: I'm traveling, that's what I do, and I do it all the time - for all times. I think I'm immortal, because I remember, and there wasn't a time I haven't been here on Earth.
Sometimes I wonder how I looked in the beginning, the color of my eyes like the sky blue water in Giovanni Peschi's pool somewhere in beautiful Florence. They say I'm a German boy, but I never believed in countries, and I never saw such a thing like a real border here on Earth and beyond. I'm not sure if Earth is the only planet I traveled; right now I'm not able to get my total recall - but soon I will. Life's an evolving mystery, you know?

So let's say I had this dream right from the beginning, this dream about a place not bound in space and time, but ultimately free like my thoughts at the time I played on the edge of this immaculate pool, me just nothing but a beautiful part of nature itself. That's how I started my journey, and this is how I travel: My mind, body and soul do the trick. And when I dream at night about Florence meeting my Russian friends Murad Muramoto, Eugene and Ellen Sheidlin (Eugene and Ellen don't even know about my existence) in the hills above River Arno, there's not the slightest shadow of doubt that my dream was real - because it felt real, and so-it-is-real-to-the-core. Some dreams are facts, so true as diamonds. And here I am, same child like in the picture I posted before, but oh so different!

Where am I?
I'm here, and I'm still alive. Somewhere down on Earth. Means I'm lucky, 'cause it could have been worse.