Love

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Dear Reader,

Last night I had a beautiful dream. I was lost in a fog.
I was wandering around, searching for something, only I didn’t know what it was exactly that I was searching for. Every face I saw was strange. Then, at my darkest and loneliest moment I saw your face. You smiled at me, extended your hand and then we flew up together over the clouds and straight up towards the sea and the stars — twirling around and around — like to angels caught in a cosmic embrace.

We were so happy. We've been somewhere between Madrid and Berlin. Intending to explore unusual ways of thinking about food. It was our own way of reinventing the culinary genre by providing a platform that generates origin artistic content through the use of humour and play.

Then, I woke up and realized that this was no dream. I had been presented with the truth about you. Please take me up, my fiery angel, my beloved reader. Wherever you go, please take me with you.
Even if it was a visit to the Okinawa Churanmi Aquarium in Japan. Do you remember? — We stood admiringly between a tank of white sharks and a tourist family innocently eating from a pack of sushi.

Please stay by my side and make me complete.
My eyes need to see what you see, my ears hear what you hear and my soul eat what you eat.

May the angels tuck you in at night,
Yours eternally,

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