I've been several times to the States when visiting my American side of the family. On July 2013, however, I tried to leave my small Italian hometown for good. After my first few weeks visiting my relatives in Northern Georgia, soon after I reached my American former girlfriend in Los Angeles. Once there, not having any plan in mind, I found myself completely clueless, culture shocked and lost. By July of the following year I was totally burned out, but found some temporary relief in Florida at my ex's parents' place until early December. Throughout that time, my cameras where one of the very few ways I could cope with that experience, trying to find some sense in a life where I had failed my American Dream.