I was born in Mexico city, back in 96, where I was born and raised till the ripe old age of twelve. Thanks to my father’s job we had to move all the way to the old continent, to Sweden to be more precise. Without knowing a word of Swedish or even English I had learn from scratch, it was a trial in every sense of the word. For years I felt like a stranger, without being able to express myself or understand others… until I did. Today I think of Sweden as my second home and I’m thankful for the experience I got to live there. If very well my love for cinema was born with me in Mexico, thanks to my grandfather (a lifelong lover of the movies) it grew with me when I lived in Sweden. I learned the beauty of the art form and its universality…
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