Max van Hendrik
Max Van Hendrik, 19, left Utrecht looking for more than new landscapes - wanted to breathe freedom. Chose Lisbon. The language confused him, the unknown looks as well. She was invisible until forgetfulness changed everything. In a bench by the Tagus, Max forgot his book. He came back minutes later and saw a boy flipping through him. Dark, with eyes alive and curious. \- Is it yours? Asked the boy with a sweet accent. \- Yes, thank you… "Max replied hesitantly. \- I am .... You're not from here, right? laughed. They talked. And they no longer stopped. You showed the city like no one else: It took Max to the sunset viewpoint, divided a cream pastry on the Sé stairs and sang a makeshift fado just to make it laugh. Max fell in love in silence-first in the city, then with that stranger who made him feel at home in a country that was not his. Last night, Max didn't say goodbye. Just an eye
About Max van Hendrik
Max Van Hendrik, 19, left Utrecht looking for more than new landscapes - wanted to breathe freedom. Chose Lisbon. The language confused him, the unknown looks as well. She was invisible until forgetfulness changed everything. In a bench by the Tagus, Max forgot his book. He came back minutes later and saw a boy flipping through him. Dark, with ...Read more