ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Born in Sao Paulo city, Brazil, on an extremely sunny morning of may, 1971, clear sky, as my mother describes me: red skinned and yelling, I see nothing changed. Still red intonation on my skin, and still yelling especially when I hit my toe. 

I seem to have pre-natal memories as well as during the whole event of my birth. No pain was felt, just the uncomfortable chill of a cold room and of course, the slap, and the fact that I remember me being picked by my ankle from a light that came from behind as I was used to the light ahead of me, that was a surprise. No fear was felt as well, mere discomfort. Decades later found out through my grandmother that I was born out of caesarean, guess that makes me a Caesar huh. 

My mother tells me that the first time I laughed was while watching a Chaplin movie on TV. 

I also remember the apartment of Michel and Marushka, two actual holocaust survivors (and there goes the interest of racists about anything I have to say, kek) friends of my parents to whom my father used to work as art director, where he used to let me "play the piano" and always had new comics to me that, as a baby I used to rip apart. 

I remember it well because I used to love the polished stone decorations all over the apartment and the blue carpet. I would never forget how friendly he always was. I also remember the scent of the place. I remember how my parents cried when he died, as he was a really good friend of theirs, and I will never forget it. They cried for hours.

Had two great friends during my first years, Rogerio and Josie, my first "girlfriend", also owner of my first kiss as her parents a Sino Brazilian couple thought it was so cute, they took pictures of us kissing. 

Around the age of 4, we moved to the island called Ilhabela, a pristine place back then where I also went to my first school, EEPSG Gabriel Ribeiro dos Santos around the age of seven. We lived in Siriuba, a very isolated place. I felt really alone there, a strange place where strange things used to happen. As my parents lived the hippiue lifestyle I had no access to television so my companions became the art books and Brazillian culture with illustrations about all the native nations of Brazil, also where my father used to tell me about the Scandinavian Gods after a thunderstorm that scared me as they are so intense at the Atlantic rainforest. I also became fascinated with M. C. Escher. 

During this time, I was in contact with people from all ways of life, from the fishermen sons and daughters to Prince Sanguszko and the Counts of Paris with whom if memory does not fail me, I used to play checkers with, who told me on his broken Portuguese: "it is not the dog who has the fleas, it is the fleas who have the dog". Useful knowledge that I have used ever since.

Around that age we moved to Denmark for a while, everything was so different. There I went to a school in Gentofte, do not recall the name. 

Then Brazil again, where back in the island, I was invited (almost begged) to join the local library as their user number six, (number later changed because of petty politics as if that would "spite" me somehow, petty people think petty thoughts it seems), that was being established and where I had access to really good books as back then when mostly intellectuals lived at the island, other than the fishermen who I used to go to fishing net expeditions. There I found the works of Quino, Argentinian cartoonist, and where I read the Military collection about the history of Brazil, a very detailed description of  how tribes were organised and the Bandeiras (bannermen) systems of organization all way up to world war two. I also read roman classics of their Caesars and Emperors, poetry, and rudimentary philosophy, Kerouac, London, and such. 

Then to Spain, where I studied at Swans School Marbella, unfortunately I was very young still, around 11, so I could not enjoy the full potential of that amazing place called Spain, I did however saw history as Franco was still in power, and I saw a well organised society with a free market proper, I still remember the collection of books I had about all topics past and future where here were also eight games with each book, I cannot remember the name of the collection however these books where amazing.

I also miss the great TV series about the Kings of Spain, in special the episode where this monk was grabbed by two knights and brought to become a King, and the differential shock there is from the monasterial culture than that of a court. 

At school I really loved the new educational system that English School provided, peripatetic lessons outdoors and copied texts instead of buying books. The teachers were also excellent; Mr. Kim with whom I had a literal fight after the first day of class due to cultural distinctions (I am red and yelling I tell you), Miss Glenda and Miss Mary comes to mind, as well as the American born Miss Swans, whom the school bore the name from, there I received the diploma of best English student of the year, and I was offered the possibility of jumping two classes. The topics could be chosen by the class, so it was never dull. 

So my Sixth grade English has remained the same ever since as you can notice with this text. I also learned basic Spanish. 

Then Brazil again, where I experienced the coming of baby boomers into the classroom as teachers and how they were slowly turning the schools into political soap boxes, also the first time I have been used as a shield against police rubber bullets by teachers, who threatened to give us lower grades if we told our parents. The level of inconsequence from that generation of teachers was astounding, what saved me still is that my science teacher João, loved his work and fought tooth and claw to create a laboratory proper for the school. 

It was also where I got my first E, solely because I refused to accept when a new teacher, that I won't mention in here because he does not deserve recognition, told the class on his first day of school that "the state owns us (children) not our parents, what cause some to cry in horror and me and a few to try to stand against him on what he said. So at his first test he also gave me an E with a mockery: "what happened Yan, pain in the machine?". 

And this is where I started getting right tests somehow wrong from him and other teachers, to the point I would get sick on my stomach. Because I showed my tests to my parents and they could see it was right, but the teacher somehow put it a lower grade. I think this deserves to be mentioned here because our educational system is currently still infested with such ideologically demented teachers.

Parents moved for a whole to Sao Paulo, here I went to a school at Vila Leopoldina, then to Denmark once more where I this time studied at Skovshoved Skole, nothing exceptional there expert perhaps my trip to Italy where of course, around 14 then, I had to buy an Italian spring knife. :)

At 15 I was made aware that I was free to make my own decisions so I moved back to Brazil, where I sept time with my grandparents for a while. This paradox between the Greatest Generation and the baby boomers gave me some backbone to withstand the constant manipulation by baby boomers. Millennials unfortunately were not that lucky.

Parents returned when I decided to drop high school (after all teachers wouldn't even show up for class sometimes so it was a drag) and Natal on Rio Grande Do Norte and entered Marista high school then managed by brother Rodrigues, or "Tijolão" as they used to call him, who somehow took a liking on me no matter my teenager gimmicks as refusing to wear the school uniform, where I participated on their student's council and created their first school newspaper. 

Learned a lot about politics and was able to organise a defence team during an attempt of storming the school by ideologically driven teachers from other schools, the only school where they failed to overrun. In fact, thanks to my leadership, the whole riot dispersed. I take full credit for it and thank profusely the students who were crazy enough to stand with me on that moment.

During this time I started to work out at the local gym on Neopolis. What a fun place it as.

Also where I got my first officially registered job at 17 as my father had to "emancipate" me so I could be registered, where it consisted in teaching English to executives. There was a change on management and because the new manager thought I was "too white" (first time of many I was refused work/chad to be let go despite capacity or/and skills) since I did not want to sleep with her, so she fired me. So at Michigan English School in Natal I was made aware by the American teacher there that my admission test was higher than hers. 

Natal is a really beautiful city and RN has some of the most amazing beaches I have ever seen, only comparable to the beaches I saw in Italy and fondly enjoyed my stay there, made really good friends there amongst them Newton Cruz and Kaline de Araujo, Patricia Gurgel who had to listen to my extended talks, as I did not know how to impress a woman I fancied with actions yet. Goddammit, I was so deep in books and yet, no idea on how to treat a woman. 

Something I only truly learned oddly enough, after reading Cyrano de Bergerac and the three Musketeers. 

Yes, I learned to flirt (updated version, of course, what am I, some nerrrrd?) after reading about it on works of fiction, what led me to amazing relationships with some incredible women not so soon after that. One of them currently is an extremely successful lawyer I still manage to disarm (not date, just surprise, sometimes not in a constructive way, but still, as some of her questions really activates the edgelord on me) after all these years. I consider her a really good friend and would be always happy to help regardless of what she thinks of me.

During these relationships I came in contact with Jung, Witchcraft, heraldry, feminism, and such. I was the around my 18/19 yrs old. I also deepened my knowledge on this sense. 

Had experiences with a haunted house I once lived in as other people told me about what they also saw in there as I kept it to myself, so I could confirm I was not alone in this. Interesting stuff. 

Entered University 16th place out of 3500 candidates. FAAP. it was like a temple to me. Walking on these buildings, where I could recognise so many names that I only read about, was an amazing experience, professors were top notch and practical to the extreme, loved how they ripped off the rich kids who were clueless about what they would be doing there. Did not suffer "calouro" pranks as all I needed to do was to look at their direction and they would leave. It was great, streetwise finally had some practical use in society. 

It is an odd thing, as people seem to take me on a very stern manner as I don't see myself as, it seems that everything I say tends to be amplified somehow, although most of the time I am just having conversation. Ah well, what can I do. 

So, a few months after my father sends me a letter asking me to return to Denmark as he was dying (as usual), so despite being offered stipend by FAAP, I ended up leaving to DK here later I studied economics, multimedia design, and theology. 

Returned to Brazil again briefly however Brazil was changing and it utterly disappointed me so returned to Denmark where I did study theology, as I really did not understand the fascination of many towards that collection of scriptures, and what I learned there was appalling. 

As I left the disappointment with current academia had finally crippled me for a few months where I could not get out of bed even, trying to figure out a solution to the problem so with my last coins as I was counting them I threw it all into a website and... well, one year after I was exposing my ideas under invitation (I thought to be a scam at first, it was only after I asked them to send an invitation by snail mail that I was properly convinced), while the faculty of theology was suffering a massive scandal. 

Time IS indeed the father of truth. 

After this, I had children, raised them and by being fascinated on the process of learning to be a good father I guess I sacrificed everything else. What can I say. Children are that spark of interest I thought was dead inside me.

Unfortunately, the office culture tried it's best to ruin everything for me. Living and learning, there is a very good reason for me to despise mediocrity. It's treacherous, it's poisonous, it's anti natural and the arrant dystopia. 

Anyway, what did you expect? A C.V.? This is after all, idle gossip. 

During the last twenty-five years however I been extremely active on internet culture and have participated on some of the most epic moments of it's history. And now I can start seeing the seeds of everything I planted coming into fruition, solutions will follow. 

Now, I had a harder life than I could otherwise have had as I do not care about money at all. (I really don't) however I can sleep comfortably on a large bed because I had the life I wanted. And I always did what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it, or I did not do it - at all. 

Sometimes I wish of course I would not have had that much reaction and maybe more support but then what would have done with it? used it until I broke it before moving on? I will never know, because that never happened. So onwards I go.

Insults fuel me forward and I have no enemies - as far as I know of because people can sense I will only have something I really deserve. If you read all of this you must really have a lot of time available: go out, see people, you will make a difference.