About my shoes
This is genuine. I made the holes when breaking walls, caring the heavy buckets of stones and concrete. Those shoes have travelled a bit. I deserve them one of my surnames "the cat" like caterpillar. They were real caterpillars before I had to bring them to the Museum of Social Arts, a museum that never existed. There are some museums for popular arts, fine arts, antique arts, but social, I guess not yet.
They were as I was when still young, solid. They are now just as I feel. Still the memorial resists.
Don't forget to support me, that's the only way I have to eat and pay the roof.
