Where I come from, people wear socks in sandals.

Where I come from, people choose to nod instead of saying hi.

Where I come from, you are welcome.

Back in the streets, we walk with beverages in our hands, just because we can. Freedom is taken wherever it seems to be within the rules of the law. Underestimated, yet appreciated by the connoisseur of culture. Bringing stability, but only to those who would like to have it. Disregarding the ones draining energy. Loving, caring and sacrificing for the ones who entered the realm of the inner circle. Spoken about but rarely spoken to.

Where I am from, small buns trump toast.

I am here, standing in my sandals. I have embraced the comfort of socks, the support of sandals. They start like a rock and become something you don’t want to live without, fitted to your life.

I am a sandal. Will you wear me?

Please wear a sock.