Julia, the elderly woman from the last post told me a lot about her life and it was always exciting. At some point she started to connect me with her daughter Gogo because she had the opinion that Gogo should accompany me on my travels. Sometimes the strength of her opinions was pretty funny.
But when she told me that Gogo was a tattoo artist, I thought that it could be fun to meet her and maybe listen to some episodes of Julia’s and Gogo’s life from Gogo’s perspective. As I had imagined, their perspectives turned out to be very different. Sometimes these differences were funny, sometimes tragic.
Gogo and I had great conversations and together we visited friends of her and talked about different directions for her future life. She had a whole lot of ideas.
And one day she tattooed me an Enzo on my arm. Something I had been thinking about from time to time. The payment was extraordinary: two peppers and one tomato.