So, I got many complaints that there are no photos of me .... I guess I told the story many times that my mom was a photographer. There was a camera around all the time .... In hindsight it is great because I have a great documentation of my childhood. Nevertheless you really have to catch me by surprise to get a photo. Oh well, I gave in under the mounting pressure and tried to take a shot of myself. Not the best in the world, but you can see that I am in good health, my rastas are growing nicely and that I have not burned off my face in the sun yet.
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