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As a nostalgia collector, I collect moments in which my parents failed to be a good tooth fairy or Klaas Vaak, in which I (on the beach) burned red and ate a karpoúzi with a bottle of Chateau la Pompe, when my cat, whose name was Snoesje, had fleas and wore neckties, in which I was thrown to death with books on Greek mythology and “mighty men” in Greek culture when all food was soaked in olive oil, when I no longer believed St. Nicholas, when I hated Barbie dolls and did not want to wear dresses and when I and in which I said I would only marry a horse and never a man. I make work about all the little things in life that inspire me and that you can look back on later with a smile and a tear or perhaps only a smile or just a tear.