My Childhood was a very happy and strange one. My parents who were children of war, growing up in Poland during the German rule, tried to compensate their difficult childhood by granting us a happy one. Because they never grew up in normal circumstances. My mother being orphaned from her parents in a very early age, and my father growing up in hiding and among partizans, they raised up in very chaotic circumstances. One of my strongest childhood memories was my father telling me bed time stories. His stories always took place in bars and involved drunk people and prostitutes. Once I asked what exactly was a drunk and a prostitute, my father explained that drunks were extremely happy people and that prostitutes were women who got paid to drink, eat and celebrate with drunks. It was about that time that I made up my mind that once I'll grow up I'll be a male prostitute.
