Mark and Mathew story. Mark.Hi Mathew, how are you? Today is a very hot day, isn’t it? Mathew. Hi Mark, I am glad to see you, it had been a long time without you. About the weather not at all, at least for me. Mark. Are you serious? I am feeling like walking on the desert. Mathew. Don’t make me laugh. The desert is worst, you must believe me. Mark. How do you know about it? Mathew. because I had been surviving on the desert for 2 days when I visited my relatives last summer. Mark. Why did you keep it in secret? I didn’t know about it. Mathew=.I didn’t keep it in secret. You can see the photos in my Instagram. Mark. I have Instagram, but I don’t use it too much, I don’t like to be connected all the time. But could you die? Mathew. Yes but it is Ok, isn’t matter. Now I am alive, and maybe I am a little wiser. Mark. But why did you risk your live in the desert? Mathew. I didn’t know that I was risking my life. But it is true, I risked my life because of an meteorite. For the night in Morocco we saw how a meteorite hit in the desert. My relatives told me that we could go at the morning, but I knew where it fell, so when we went to sleep I decided to look for the meteorite in the desert. I was pretty sure where it fell, but what I didn’t expect was the distance. I had been looking the meteorite for all night until dawn when I found it. It was a rock like a punch. ¡This experience was awesome, I was so happy. Mark. so how did you return with your relatives? Mathew. I waited for someone. You know, I was where the meteorite fell, so someone should come to check the zone. I built a settle with some of my clothes and a stick to keep myself safe of the sun. I didn’t have any water or food. The only thing that I could do was to keep my mouth closed. Maybe the worst part was to keep a healthy thinking. When you are alone, and your life is in risk, some crazy ideas can appear suddenly in your head. Mark.What kind of problem did you had? Mathew. the shadow of my settle wasn’t enough for my large body. When I started to get burnt, I just hid my legs inside the sand. Then I realize that I could feel better and started to hide my body, except my head Which was covered with my improvised settle. Mark What did you do? Mathew. I just tried to sleep. ¡ I woke up at the hospital. My relatives found me. They knew that I was stupid enough to go to the desert by the night to try to look for an asteroid. But it was worth doing, because now I have a meteorite in my room.

My trip to "Dos Hermanas" My cousin and I hadn’t seen each other for 3 years when we started to talk on social media. So I decided to visit him.The first thing that we did was to have a meal with my cousin’s parents. We were staying in “ Dos Hermanas” which is a smaller town than Seville. There my cousin helped me to fix my bass. We talked about my illness, about work, and about music. Then we went to my cousin’s girlfriend’s home. He showed me his new self-made guitar, and we started to play some music. We love to play vulfpeck music. So we decided to record some music with a great microphone recorder, then we improvised some kind of blues structure for more than 10 minutes. I had been visiting him in Seville for 3 days when I discovered a new game. The name of this game is ‘Overcooked’. You can download this game from Steam; it is a multiplayer game. You can play with up to four people. so if you know about Overcooked, it is a game that can be a little bit stressful, although I laughed a lot playing with my cousin and his girlfriend. On the last day, I met with Eusebio to travel back to my town. In the beginning of the trip he seemed nice, but at the end of the trip he drove so fast inside the city which scared me.

Mark Goffeney. Mark Goffeney is a 46 years old man who lives in San Diego, California, and he is a professional guitar player and bass player. Actually he plays with his feet. He was born without arms, so for him it was very natural, for example, to play with his toys, fight against his brothers, and deal with everything with his feet. At the age of 18, he started to look for musicians to start a rock band. At the beginning, everyone accepted him in their bands because he played the guitar with his feet, so he had to learn to separate the real musicians from the posers. Then he decided to form his own band, "Wicked Misfit", and after a couple of years chasing this rock star dream, he decided to play music that could make money and could support his family. That's where everything started feeling good and working out. I think about his life, and I realize that the worst part was dealing with the differences, because to deal with daily life without hands is ok, but to fight against people’s assumptions of his abilities , not hiding the fact that he was born with no arms in his normal life, makes me think about how obsessive we can be about people who are different.