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My other life in restaurants

I had no clue. I’d never had any contact with the restaurant business before. In 2014, a job in hospitality meant a new beginning, but after 4 years I realise it only pointed at my fear of becoming an artist. I got myself the easiest job I could, one that would provide an immediate income. With no experience whatsoever, I was still smiley enough and knew good english so I became a deli assistant.

Trying to imagine a career as an artist might feel like a lonely walk in a crazy labyrinth. I was overwhelmed by so many choices, so I jumped the bushes and ran away. I should’ve known that it’s not about finding the exit.

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