Autobiography Born in a swamp, in a village, 11 years after the end of the Second World War. Near the house was a field. Strawberry. On that field the guard tried to shoot me. And I tried to draw it. I was then two years old. Then I was fascinated by photography. My father gave me a camera “Change” with a charged film, because I myself did not know how to do it (charge the camera with a film). Since then, rented. But he did not dare to draw. In 2009 I was presented with brushes, paints and canvas. Since then, I also do painting.