I had a nightmare.
I wanted to become a butterfly, but I was told:
- You can't become a butterfly. You may have graduated from butterfly school and lived with the butterflies, but you will never be a butterfly. Because you are a moth. 
So I went to the moths to become one of them, but there they told me:
- You can't become a moth. You have lived the life of a moth, experienced exclusion by the butterflies because you are not a butterfly, and yet you will never be a moth. Because you grew up among butterflies. 
So I spread my wings and flew away. And as I flew, I realized that I had wings, and that they were carrying me, without knowing what kind of wings they were.

Jewish-Armenian artist from Russia, living in Germany. Identifying the most with the spanish culture.